Who would have thought to describe last night's storm as "dog in pond" storm? Jolted awake by clack of vivid light, crack of rumble and lonesome dog bark, I managed to fall back into sleep again and again until 6 AM. Peering off the upstairs porch at the fog trussed horizon, I scanned for the barker, noticing ripples in my no more that 6 foot wide pond - ripples more than a frog would make. I immediately hoped the heron hadn't stolen my gold fish. Downstairs with Mr. Lee barking at the door, I walked out onto the deck to see a mournful dog head with opalescent eyes stirring sluggishly in the pond. Mr. Lee made the greetings and I saw a collar. I grabbed a long board and dragged it to the pond hopeful that the beast would extricate himself with a plank. But no. I called my son who ironically has recently made a video of dog/god! Baldwin was able to haul the poor part lab to firmer ground and read the phone number to me. Radar (dog's name) has hardly use of rear legs. I called his keeper and before long, Radar was gone (although it took two trips as his owner couldn't lift him into the truck he'd first brought).