I woke up in a great mood this morning. Made a list of things I hoped to get done today, and set forth on my journey to accomplish them. All was well - the kitchen was
finally clean following a week of icing and cake making and I was ready to tackle the next room.
Well, my little brown dog frequents the potty, so I wrapped a leash around her neck (like a noose) - we're only gonna be out for a second, right? As we step out the back door, Bailey catches a glimpse of the neighbor's dog and off she goes. Luckily, she was on this makeshift leash - not so luckily, I still had the door knob in my hand.
I keep the doors locked nearly all the time, and all of our doors have the "dummy" locks. Meaning, inside the door always seems to be unlocked when you grip the handle - you know the ones. So, I unintentionally slammed the door behind me as Bailey jerks me out the door and grrreat I'm locked out.
Normally this would be okay - we have a hidden key. EXCEPT...I got locked out yesterday too and forgot to put it back! Totally locked out of my own house. I tried breaking into the screen on the open window and only managed to break half my fingernail off and bleed everywhere. Spectacular. I have no makeup on, my hair is greasy, no bra on, wearing fuzzy pink socks - time to meet the neighbors!
My unsuspecting neighbor granted me their phone, and I dialed my parents house for a good 5 minutes before they answered (they didn't recognize the number -ha!) while my dog literally attacked my poor neighbors with kisses and love. Were she 5 pounds this would be fine, but she isn't and she scratched them and knocked them down.
Someone is on the way to let me in and Bailey and I sit on the front porch. I'm really wishing she had a full collar on, so I double check the latch and...you guessed it. She took the opportunity of me loosening the grip to Houdini her ass out of it and ran off. Time to meet some more neighbors! These I have never even seen before...remember what I look like?
They helped me tackle her and said "aww she's only a puppy - don't be mad." Perhaps my disheveled look indicated I needed to be reminded of her youth. At this point I could cry, but I was just too mad at myself. This was
my fault.
A good 30 minutes later my brother arrives to let me in the house and my Saturday resumes as normal, except now my good mood is out the window that I hurt my finger on..
Lessons learned today:
1. Always put the hidden key back.
2. Consider obedience training for the chocolate dog.
3. It's never a good idea to not look at least presentable.
4. I have nice neighbors that may think I'm a little weird.
5. The screens on the windows work.