Houdini! That’s who. He’s back. As a dog. My dog. Really.
I’ll make it quick and lacking complete sentences.
Sunday:
- Mr. Gray locked the dog’s door as we left; I watched him.
- Phone call during church to say Rooster has been found
- Returned the phone call to find out they let him go
- Mr. Gray left Rev on the hunt for Rooster
- Second phone call in regard to found dog; she kept him until Mr. Gray arrived
- Mr. Gray picked up Rooster
- Mr. Gray returned home to see dog’s door on the floor as if it had never been locked
Monday:
- I locked dog’s door to go to the grocery store
- Checked it
- Checked it again
- Phone call in HEB to say our dog has been found
- Pick up Rooster
- Returned home to see the dog’s door on the floor as if it had never been locked
Monday afternoon:
- Lock dog’s door
- Checked it
- Push the chair in front of it
- Head out to jog
- Rooster is safe and sound when I return
- Think I have it all figured out
Tuesday:
- I locked the dog’s door to go to a meeting
- Check it
- Check it again
- Push the chair in front of it
- Phone call as I pull into San Marcos for the meeting to say our dog has been found
- Politely ask caller to keep him until after the meeting; she obliges
- Return from San Marcos
- Pick up Rooster
- Returned home to see the dog’s door on the floor as if it had never been locked
Seriously?
Tuesday evening:
- Set up iPad on table in the living room
- Tango’d Mr. Gray’s iPhone and got camera going
- Psyched Rooster out by setting alarm, closing the garage, turning on the truck, backing down the driveway, and turning truck off
- Watched the Tango’d call until something happened
- Laughed as we watched our 10 pound dog scratch, paw, and bite the dog door
- Resigned to disappointment when we didn’t get to see him magically break out
