Erik Weisz… Who?

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
Dog

Dog

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

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