Snowball in the Fire

Kickin rocks & watching the dog eat dirt was all that I could have dreamed of doing at this particular time. The satisfaction was incredible & complete. I had no desire of anything else, no hunger, no sense of temperature, no feeling of the need to go anywhere or do anything. This all broke up by an instinctual reaction as Snowball fell into the fire. As I pulled her out before more than a small part of her leg could be burned, I felt the edge of the fire pit give way. I had planted all of my weight & was fully committed. I was going into the fire. How does that dog eat that much dirt? And why? what a weird dog, I like her.