The Keeper of the Key

I have managed to lock myself out of the house way too many times lately. I have forgotten to unlock the front door before walking out and closing it. The lock on this door  is one of those that you can open from the inside without having to unlock it but it is still locked on the outside. The first time I did this it was raining and Doug and I had walked out to look at some work that had been done on the front porch. He just looked at me and said "You can walk around to the side door and come let me in." Ok, so I walked around to the side door that was unlocked and opened the front door for Doug to come in.

The second time I locked myself out it was 6:00 a.m, dark, and 30 degrees outside AND I had three dogs with me! When I reached for the door knob and couldn't get in, I had six little eyes staring up me wondering what was going on. They were cold and wanted to get in so they could get their treat. So I knocked and knocked on the door hoping Doug, who was in the shower, would hear me and come downstairs and let me in. Thank goodness he did hear me but was not a happy camper. Did I mention he had just gotten in the shower.

The third time I locked myself out was four days later! Again it was 6:00 a.m., dark, and cold outside but this time I had four dogs. I knew Doug was in the shower so I decided to stay outside and wait until he got out. Since it was cold, I thought I'd sit in Doug's car with the heat on to stay warm. I loaded all the dogs up in his car, cranked it, turned the heat on then realized he was almost out of gas. Oh well, for that bright idea. I turned the car off and just sat there for a little while. Then I decided to walk around to the back of the house and shine the flash light up at the bathroom window in hopes he would see it. No luck. Finally after about 25 minutes of being locked out, I knocked on the door. Doug had just gotten out of the shower and heard me knocking and came to let me in. He still wasn't a happy camper!

The next day I did it again. But this time it wasn't 6:00. When I went out at 6 I did remember to unlock the door. But then I had to take the dogs out again at 7:15 and I did it that time. Doug had put a key in his car the night before but he had already left for work so that didn't do me any good. All I could do was walk the dogs some more and hope that Ricky was going to show up at my house at his usual time, which is between 7:30 and 7:45. When he arrived I told him I had locked myself out AGAIN and I was so glad to see him. I know he thinks I'm half looney! When Doug got home that afternoon, he took the key out of his car and put it on Kolle's harness. Now Kolle is in charge of all locked doors.


Kolle with key on her harness.

Kolle is telling me she will exchange the key for a treat.