Just call me Lassie!

I was so excited! Mom had her geocaching bag with her and a list, and when she was putting on her boots, she said to me, "Do you wanna go caching?"

Well, since "caching" usually means walking in woods I've never sniffed before, I did my doggy dance of joy! Mom got my water bottle and leash and harness, and we got all ready, and then we went out the front door!

I did my usual "stay" while Mom headed down to the car. (In snow-times Mom and Daddy park on the street because the driveway is too steep.) Well, a really weird thing happened! Mom was walking down the steps and her feet flew out and she sat down real hard, shoulder and arm first!

Mom had told me to stay, but she was right there, so I ran over to see what she was doing and the truth was, she wasn't doing much. So I ran to our front door to try to get Daddy! I barked at the front door and it musta worked, because Daddy came out!

I rescued my Mom! I did it! While she was sitting there on the wet ice, not moving except talking on her little machine, Daddy musta heard me and came out to save her!

I'm a little disappointed that we didn't get to go caching, but Daddy said I can go-in-car with him to get salt (whatever that is). Mom told him she's gonna wait to see if she needs to go to the horse-piddle, but I don't know if I can go there or not.

I really wanted to go caching, but Mom just gave me a Jerky Treat, so I guess that'll do fur now.