Does Pop-A-Lock make house calls?
I tried to outsmart my dog this afternoon and ended up outsmarting myself.
A few weeks ago, I blogged about my dog's anxiety and how he hates it when I leave. We haven't made great strides since then. Rather, I've just tried to trick him each time I leave the house. I'll bait him by pretending to walk out of the house, he follows and then I snag him and put him in his house. This plan has gotten a little watered down now that he expects me to fake him out each time I leave the house.
I was sure the plan would work on Baxter today. I'd taken a moment to sit outside before returning to work. Baxter was playing on the patio and enjoying the weather just as much as I was and when he least expected it, I snagged him. It was one of my most flawless captures in several weeks.
With Bax in his house, I locked the door, walked out to my car, paused and realized I was keyless. I walked to the back door and peeked through the window and longingly stared at my keys hanging on the key hook. Dang it. Locked out without my keys.
I gave my roommate a call and fortunately discovered her dad had stashed a spare key a few weeks ago when the house was being worked on.
I wasn't keyless for long, but I'm sure Baxter thought I'd gotten what I deserved. If only dogs could talk.
A few weeks ago, I blogged about my dog's anxiety and how he hates it when I leave. We haven't made great strides since then. Rather, I've just tried to trick him each time I leave the house. I'll bait him by pretending to walk out of the house, he follows and then I snag him and put him in his house. This plan has gotten a little watered down now that he expects me to fake him out each time I leave the house.
I was sure the plan would work on Baxter today. I'd taken a moment to sit outside before returning to work. Baxter was playing on the patio and enjoying the weather just as much as I was and when he least expected it, I snagged him. It was one of my most flawless captures in several weeks.
With Bax in his house, I locked the door, walked out to my car, paused and realized I was keyless. I walked to the back door and peeked through the window and longingly stared at my keys hanging on the key hook. Dang it. Locked out without my keys.
I gave my roommate a call and fortunately discovered her dad had stashed a spare key a few weeks ago when the house was being worked on.
I wasn't keyless for long, but I'm sure Baxter thought I'd gotten what I deserved. If only dogs could talk.
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Among other reasons, this is why I think I might be becoming a cat person.
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Umm ... I just wouldn't own a pet if it came down to a cat or nothing.
By the way, I went to Chik-Fil-A today just to hear "my pleasure" and the girl actually said it. Well, it was more like a mumble.
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