Nothing like a little B&D

I was getting out of the shower this afternoon when I heard a loud THUNK. Anyone who has been in my house knows that a loud thunk can only mean one thing. The dogs. Well, or Ky, but that's a different thunk. A thunk by the dogs means something is broken, eaten or on the floor being demolished as we speak.

I grabbed a towel, wrapped it haphazardly around myself and made a bee line for the living room. It was Maddy. She had fallen off the bench by the front window. She looked at me mournfully as I made my way over to her trying not to laugh. Her neck and all four legs were wrapped in cord holding her utterly captive to the bamboo blinds.