I decided to feed Bailey outside. It's less mess and I wouldn't have to carry her back out to pee afterward. I sat on the coffee table, and she sat (!) facing me. Once I forced the dog-food-jell-o-jiggler's down her throat, she laid down, still facing the coffee table and went to sleep. I went inside to make another batch of force food, and then out front to talk to my friend. I had checked on her just moments before, and from the drive way I saw her move and looked to find her turned around and trapped underneath the lawn chair. It was pitiful, but she wasn't stressed. I was terribly afraid she'd hurt herself, but I thought it was important to document.
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