Tonight is a first for me. I am sitting on my lawn furniture staring into my living room window wondering why my dogs are inside staring back at me while I sit out here looking at the stars. I would like to be inside with them but that is just not meant to be today. You are asking yourself "Why doesn't Dana just go inside?" The answer is, the deadbolt is locked and my key does not work in the deadbolt. Next question, "How did the door get locked with you outside and no working key?"
The answer is simple, Gus. Gus locked the door. I am sure it was an accident. He did not know what he was doing and locked it, right? Just like it was an accident when Sandy "fell" out the window or when the purple couch was in 4oo pieces on the floor. I honestly think it is his twisted way of punishing me for not being home. Bill is going to run home quick and see what he can do but he has to wait until he is at a point when he can do that.
Perspective, I guess that it really is not so bad. I have my health and husband that I love. I have a dog possessed by someone who likes to torture me and that is OK. He is cute and provides me with companionship, well at least he will if I ever get inside the house.
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I love that you're all locked outside your house and yet still calmly blogging about your crazy dog ;)
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