My first girl greyhound Hillary. She was the biggest snuggle-bug I have ever met, but also a bit brain damaged. One day I came downstairs to discover she’d gotten her head stuck in a Triscuit box. Instead of tossing her head, or sending out a doggie distress signal, she wandered (quietly!) around the living room, softly bumping into things and changing directions. i sometimes wonder how long she would’ve meandered about if I hadn’t taken pity on her.
Here, she got stuck somewhere between standing up and lying down.