After laundry the other night, Sasha somehow managed to get herself underneath the couch throw. Hilarity ensued. After a few indignant barks and unsuccessful attempts to free herself,she became verrrrry still -- as if convinced she was victim to some cruel conspiracy, and she needed to be motionless to escape detection by The Enemy.
I had to 'free' her after that last plaintive wail. Notice there wasn't even a look of gratitude.