I sent the boys down to the basement in preparation for the start of school.
L (running upstairs to the kitchen): "Mom! Come quick! There's something I need to show you!"
L: "It's hard to explain! You know that thing? That Dad is going to use for his garden plants? Chewy's in there, and he's shaking!"
Mommy (taking time to grab the camera): "Uh-oh."
Yes, Chewy, the dog who makes up for his lack of intelligence with a sweet disposition, had fallen into the basement window well. After a couple of humiliating pictures, I opened the window and he hopped out and ran upstairs. I let him back outside, where he was joyfully reunited with Maggie. He didn't appear to suffer any wounds, other than his pride.