Thunder storms in the south are a beautiful and scary thing. When they hit, they hit with as much ferocity as the north. There's just one problem with that....York isn't...quite used to being inside when it happens. He sleeps in the bathroom on the floor and it's never a big deal...that is until this morning. I woke up to a particularly loud thunder crash this morning and was just settling to go back to sleep. Now I don't believe I've fully explained this apartment, it's the apartment that Jack built....Jack on crack that is. Do not get completely drunk here and try to walk down the halls OR take a shower. The bathroom door is off the ground a good two inches by the handle down to a half an inch to an inch on the other side. The thunder shook the apartment and must have scared York making him slip and jam his leg under his own weight and the smallest area on the door his paw would allow. I've never heard York scream in pain before...it was harrowing because unless he sees someone outside that he wants to love on and no one is home, he never makes a noise. So to hear him in pain...I almost cried. The pins were inside the door so I couldn't take it off the hinges, his weight was on his paw and he was panicking so I couldn't push him backwards, and the way he was wedged, I couldn't open the door to help him.

The interesting part about it was that I was able to calm him down with my voice. He stopped screaming and stopped squirming. I was able to push his legs back and get him out from being wedged and there was no damage to his leg whatsoever. At this very second he's resting next to me.

I'd rather keep him from doing it again, so I guess I get to go looking for a crate.

I have to say though, it's one helluva way to wake up.