In part, our success was due to Sally. Once Sally was able to overcome the fear of digging, which Ricky’s dad had instilled in her when she had tried to dig under their back yard fence, she turned into a digging machine! We would show her a spot in the back wall by dragging our fingers across the spot and she would start plowing with her long claws while pushing soft, easy to move dirt behind her. Once she carved out a space we would pull down the ground above her hole with our shovels and then she would jump back in and help pull out the loose dirt! In the end we settled into a cave that extended six feet into The Hill about five feet wide and three feet tall. The opening remained a small two-foot by two-foot tunnel that could be covered with a single tumbleweed when we left for the night. It was cool and dark in our private fort and quickly became the place we found ourselves during the hottest part of summer’s days.