Dog Hanging

My cousin says they gravitate toward me because I am a rescuer...Yeah whatever... still the image of her eyes and her tongue hanging out of her mouth and her body limp hanging...

It was almost 7AM and my dog Homer scratched to be let out. He bombed out with Schlimie and Penny. Then I put Homer and Schlimie into the bathroom or kitchen and let out the German Shep (1yr old unneutered male) just found on the alley. I let Shep out with Penny (both one and hyper) They SPRING out the door and seconds later I heard the dog in the next yard yelp, run and I hear jingling, I wonder if the dog is chained. I saw the day before they continued the wood fence to close the yard in. Then I hear it. The dog jumps excited because my guys are running like the mad crazy dogs they are...and then the Yelping, Screaming, Crying...
I have heard this sound before. It is like When Rabbits Howl, the worst sound, more searing than nails on a chalk board.

I hurry my guys into the house, lock them up. I think, F%*#&#, has the dog hung itself by its collar? The crying stops. I think again F&#*#$&*#($, oh my GOD it is hanging I know it is hanging, I run to the front of the house to see if my neighbors truck is still there. It is gone. SHHHHHEEEETTTTT. The dog cries again, yelps, screams, howls and then... nothing, silence.

Passed out. Or dead. Oh NO. NO! I run outside to the yard two behind mine, OH MY GOD. The dogs FOOT is stuck between TWO of the wood fence pieces. The dog is hanging in silence, passed out. I shout, NO! I touch the foot. The dog wakes and cries again. I Scream HELP! Help me. I pound on the guys door who the dog belongs to. Nothing, then I run to house in front where Patrick, his wife and their new baby live with the elder dog of the yards, Bailey. I pound on the door, Help HELP! Help me. Oh my GOD the DOG is hanging. Help!

Patricks wife comes out in her robe, (I am sorry I cannot remember her name) she calls to her husband get the baby. (not like bring the baby but secure the baby) She and I run back to the fence. She sees and screams Patrick get out here. He runs, she yells go around, go around she is hanging by her foot. It's stuck. He runs around the back of the house and enters the yard he grabs the dog, who is hanging more than a foot FROM the ground. Hanging by her paw wedged in-between two wood slats of a wood fence. When he lifts her, the dog bites him in the neck, just a hair from his artery.

The dog is heavy (and overweight Weimaraner) and he cannot lift her high enough. His wife and I are pushing the wood to make room to loosen the foot. Nothing. He Screams, she's biting me. His wife and I scream and PUSH the wood, finally it snaps, the dog is freed and Patrick and the dog stumble back. The dog limps to the farthest corner of the yard and lies down... lies down, with a worried look. The foot does not seem that bad.

It is two days later, I do not know how the dog is, no one as told me. My neighbors called her owner and he came home from work. She was going to get xrays.

But that image of her limp body her opened eyes and her tongue hanging from her unconscious mouth... all I could see through the slats in the wood fence. Seeing the foot and still not knowing if it was hanging just by the collar. When I go to sleep at night, I see her face, that tongue, through that tiny space between wood on the wood fence... and then I see her paw, white and cold. Then I shake the thought from my head and try to go to sleep. She's okay.