So I wake up this morning about 6am to let the dogs out, as normal. After they finish their business we call crawl back up on the couch and I am thankful for being able to catch a couple more hours of sleep. Unfortunately today was not the day for extra sleep, the phone rang. I answered it, although I never answer my other clients phones, and found myself talking to the neighbor just over the south hill from the house I am staying in. He advised me that he could see smoke down in the ravine just east of my house. In my sweats and sleepy eyes, and with 5 dogs in tow, I jumped up off the couch, slipped on my flip flops and headed out towards to eastern edge of the property. I probably should have mentioned, I’m sitting with 5 dogs out in Curnow Canyon, 13 miles off a paved road. My nearest neighbors couldn’t hear me if I had Deftones over for a concert. Anyway, I couldn’t see anything so he suggested to come over and we’d hike down together. I ran back to the house, dressed, and grabbed a shovel. Honestly, I didn’t know what else to do expect call the fire department but he assured me that his wife had already done that. He arrives, we hike, and an hour later I’m exhausted from shoveling dirt and rock around this poor lightening struck tree. It’s amazing how nature can quickly change a strong sturdy tree into a smoldering mess. The neighbor guy and I did a fantastic job of smothering said the fireman, yeah I thought, but I’d never want to be a fireman. That shit is dangerous and freakin hard work! Kudo’s to Station 17 in Spanish Springs for saving the day, and thank you to Wayne (the neighbor) for saving the house and animals where I’m sitting. WOW, just WOW! Full photo album at Facebook/professionaldogmom