Thursday night, Ryan was watching tv and heard a thud on the side of the house. The next thing he heard was a dog barking. And barking. And barking. The dog was still consistently barking when I got home from teaching at the Y. We opened the back door to check on Samba and we hear a faint meow. Very faint. It sounded like it was coming from our neighbor's tree. It was. Samba managed to get herself up 20 feet into a tree. The dog must have scared her up there. We got up on Friday and she was still up the tree. We got home from work and she was still up the tree. We tried to coax her down but she wouldn't budge. We borrowed a 20 foot ladder from our neighbor and laid it on the side of the tree to see if she would climb down it. We got home from our date and she was still up the tree. We got up Saturday morning and she was still up the tree. And then, while we were eating breakfast we noticed that she was back on the deck and very hungry! We were happy that she managed to get herself down and she happily scarfed down some food.
*Update* I wrote this post Saturday afternoon, and today (Sunday) she has found her way into another tree. She's not too smart.
Notice the plate of food at the bottom of the ladder...
How did I get myself into this pickle?
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