Locked Out

Yesterday started well and ended well, but the in between could have used some big help! Shea and I had a great morning run. He even got some swimming in. After I got home, I had an errand to run and then was planning on doing some much needed grocery shopping.

Knowing that I would come home with a large amount of groceries, so as I walked out the door I was debating if I should even lock it at all. I hate fumbling around with the keys while trying to tote groceries in. But, ultimately, I decided to lock the door. I want to make sure my guard dog is safe.

My major problem of the day began at this point. I shut the locked door behind me and immediately knew that my keys were still hanging inside. Yup, that's right. The keys to the house and to the car. Stuck, outside, with nothing. I must also admit, I was inadequately dressed. Having run with Shea earlier, I took my feeling of warmth due to exercise as warmth due to temperature. Boy, was I wrong. I sat outside in the below freezing temperatures in my hooded sweatshirt staring at the back of the house I could not get into.

I climbed up on the back porch a few times and begged Shea to unlock the door. That was one trick we, unfortunately, did not teach him.

Jeff was only ten minutes deep in practice, so I knew him rescuing me would not happen for at least another two hours. As time passed and I began to lose feeling in my fingers and toes, I decided I couldn't stand around and do nothing. I was going to break in.

So, I did. Apparently, I am crafty. Or, our house is extremely easy to break into. All it took was my weight thrusted behind my shoulder and a pair of hedge clippers.

With the ease of breaking in, the only thing that makes me feel safe is that fact that Shea was standing right at the door, barking. Although once I got the door open, he grabbed a ball and ran into the backyard. I like to think that if it was a robber, he'd at least show some teeth.