This morning I took my car to the dealership for scheduled routine maintenance. It takes about half an hour to drive there, so I left at 10:30 am for an 11:00 appointment. Getting out the door is difficult for me these days when I'm here alone with the dogs: Jerry knows when he sees me put my "outdoor" shoes on that I'm leaving, and he hates being home with no humans! To prevent my departure, he will grab something--usually one of my shoes--and run out the back door with it. And that's what he did this morning, along with many other tricks to keep me from leaving. Knowing he was full of vinegar, I decided to close the doors to the bedrooms and bathrooms to limit the damage he could do.
When I came home, he jumped all over me and in general was an incredible nuisance! I had text messages to reply to (because I NEVER text and drive!), a phone call to make, an e-mail I wanted to send before I forgot, and I had to go to the bathroom! I could hear whining when I came out of the bathroom, but thought it was coming from Jerry, lying in the hallway and taking up all the room. So I went to my desk, returned all my messages, sent off that e-mail, and decided to grab some lunch.
I don't remember why I opened my bedroom door, but I was shocked to see an empty shoe box, a box of greeting cards and a chunk of wood on the bedroom floor! "What happened in here?!?" I thundered, knowing the room didn't look like that when I closed it off earlier. And then it dawned on me: I must have locked Cooper in there. I don't know how it happened; I'd looked to make sure he wasn't in there when I closed the door, and didn't see him come out when I opened it back up again. And yet, I'm sure that must be what happened. My poor panicked pooch had torn part of the trim off the door frame trying to get out of the room. In my tunnel-visioned efforts to make one dog "be good," I'd neglected the safety and well-being of a very good boy, who certainly deserves so much better than he's been getting these days!
*FAIL
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