Once Dorothy is belly to hot concrete, it can be a little hard to get her back on her feet again. I am not above giving her tuckus a gentle nudge with my foot, mind you, but I have to wait until her legions of admirers have stopped plying her with oohs and ahhs and scritches and lovins' -- all the while assuring them that no, she is not dehydrated, and no, she really is not exhausted and does not need a rest.
Dorothy should win an Oscar one of these days.
Dorothy thinking, I really do not want to let my peeps down;
I need to add a little more drama to my act....
A pirouette before I swoon, mayhap?