We were only gone for about three days. Probably only one or two days.

She evidently had knocked the thing over, breaking it apart and wasting the food on the ground. Then to get to the last few bits in there, she decided to force her head in there to get it. Then she got stuck. The sad thing is that she was not getting much air and was very languid when I arrived that night. Rather than to fool around with it with dress clothes on, I just took the top off it so that she could at least get fresh air.

It was so funny watching her run around everywhere running into everything. What a dumb dog.