Spring Fever

Yesterday I walked out the front door to walk my dog. I realized that I had forgotten my keys after the door locked behind me. Oh well I didn't worry because my husband was home grading papers. When I returned I knocked on the window and he let me back in. 

My neighbor left for work and his big dog which is part Great Dane jumped through the first floor window screen and began wandering the neighborhood. A man around the corner who works for the city's Highway Dept was walking his dog and he was worried about the the dog being loose in the city. A boy who lived downstairs from him decided to try to catch the dog. 

We arrived home from the grocery store and saw the boy chasing the dog. Hey that's Oreo, and he lives over there, I said, pointing to an apartment house. We walked over, calling the dog by name. I noticed the broken screen on the ground and the dog's apartment window was wide open. We knocked on the door a few times. Nobody was home. Their car is gone, I said.

The boy knelt down to approach the dog who was very scared. My husband ran inside to get a rope to serve as a leash. The boy reached up and captured the dog by his harness. My husband attached the rope leash. I ran inside and wrote a note that I attached to the apartment door explaining that Oreo was loose and the boy around the corner has him, and I left the boy's name and address. It all worked out.

This morning my husband couldn't find his keys. We searched everywhere and tried to retrace our footsteps. I remembered that we were involved with the dog when we came home from grocery shopping and it was raining. You made the leash, I said, and then later we unlocked the trunk to unload groceries. We imagined that the keys might be in the trunk of the car. We called triple A and the guy came. He said, "I love breaking into cars!" And he did, and luckily the keys were in the trunk.