There will be no photos here. All the evidence that is left is a cockeyed laundry cart, some dirt, and a slightly dirty stack of mail.
Join me in this almost "breaking and entry." Use your imagination.
It appears that a hopeful new dog owner decided to take a risk and leave the dog free in the house for a few hours today (DH is off on some adventures and I had a class - Geology/Soil/Water). She made sure to walk the sweet animal to tire the dog out and make sure the animal would not need a toilette break.
Before retuning to the house the HNDO stopped to pick up a prescription and then headed home. She unlocked the door to find that the sweet new dog had knocked down the small laundry cart in the tiny utility room just inside the back door...COMPLETELY BLOCKING THE DOOR!
Where was the key to the front door? Inside the house.
Was there any other alternative besides breaking in through a window? No.
Where is a nice skinny arm when you need one?
After a few aborted attempts, the HNDO managed to squeeze her arm through the narrow gap created by the slightly open door, grab the top of the cart and "right" it enough to provide a wider gap she could then squeeze through. [All of this was accomplished while hopping on one leg as the HNDO concerned herself with the dog's toilette, but not her own -- TMI, I know. Still the visual!]
In the midst of the chaos the dog did her spinning around - joyous - YOU CAME BACK dance.
After securing the cart the HNDO eventually went back outside to pick up the stack of mail she had abandoned at the back steps in order to more easily navigate the contortionist opening of the back door.
Toilette resolved for all.
Dog and mistress are resting comfortably and preparing for round 2 of "Can I leave this dog home alone safely?"
That d----d cart has got to go!
Join me in this almost "breaking and entry." Use your imagination.
It appears that a hopeful new dog owner decided to take a risk and leave the dog free in the house for a few hours today (DH is off on some adventures and I had a class - Geology/Soil/Water). She made sure to walk the sweet animal to tire the dog out and make sure the animal would not need a toilette break.
Before retuning to the house the HNDO stopped to pick up a prescription and then headed home. She unlocked the door to find that the sweet new dog had knocked down the small laundry cart in the tiny utility room just inside the back door...COMPLETELY BLOCKING THE DOOR!
Where was the key to the front door? Inside the house.
Was there any other alternative besides breaking in through a window? No.
Where is a nice skinny arm when you need one?
After a few aborted attempts, the HNDO managed to squeeze her arm through the narrow gap created by the slightly open door, grab the top of the cart and "right" it enough to provide a wider gap she could then squeeze through. [All of this was accomplished while hopping on one leg as the HNDO concerned herself with the dog's toilette, but not her own -- TMI, I know. Still the visual!]
In the midst of the chaos the dog did her spinning around - joyous - YOU CAME BACK dance.
After securing the cart the HNDO eventually went back outside to pick up the stack of mail she had abandoned at the back steps in order to more easily navigate the contortionist opening of the back door.
Toilette resolved for all.
Dog and mistress are resting comfortably and preparing for round 2 of "Can I leave this dog home alone safely?"
That d----d cart has got to go!
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