Locked out by the dog

Since our extremely hot, dry June in Salt Lake City was clearly not enough for us, we went to Las Vegas for the 4th of July. After all, if it was going to be 100+ in SLC, why not go for a few more degrees and a nice, refreshing swimming pool?

We spent most of Monday and Tuesday in the pool at my brother-in-law’s house. It was quite nice, until we were ready to go back in the house and discovered that the dog had locked us out. They have a lock at the bottom of the sliding glass door that you step on to lock the door in place, which keeps people from pulling it off the track. Their wirehair fox terrier had been bouncing around at the door and stepped on the lock. (Normally he’s allowed out, but his groomer had cut his toenails too short, and they would start bleeding if he ran around on the flagstone by the pool).

My nephew said it wasn’t a problem – the window in the bathroom was unlocked and open slightly. But then my SIL said that it wasn’t – she had just gone in and closed it a few minutes earlier. So there we were, all in our swimming suits in the back yard, while the dog laughed at us from inside.

We had a remote control for the garage in our car, but no car keys. There was a keyless entry on the garage door, but the batteries had been dead for months and not replaced. Nobody had a phone, not that it would have helped much anyway. Nobody else in Nevada had a spare key to the house. It was looking like we’d either need to break a window or walk somewhere to a phone and call a locksmith, when my BIL tried all of the windows, and discovered that one was unlocked. He helped Larry through the window, and all was well. Until the next day, when the same thing happened again! The dog is 5 years old, and this has never happened before – then 2 days in a row! Fortunately, the boys had gone to the store in the morning and bought a battery for the keyless entry, because this time, all the windows were definitely locked.

We don’t normally go down to the strip when we’re in Vegas, but since it was one of Larry’s nephew’s first times in Vegas, we thought he should get to see it. We had dinner at the Spice Market Buffet at the Planet Hollywood Casino, where they brought us a 2-foot-long platter piled high with crab legs:

Large plate of crab legs

This was followed by a smaller plate of them (only 13″ across). We couldn’t quite finish these last few legs.

"Small" plate of crab legs

But I did have room for one of their cake pops.

Planet Hollywood Cake pops

Then we walked around the strip a bit, enjoying a little bit of Paris, Vegas style.

The Paris casino, Las Vegas

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6 Responses to Locked out by the dog

  1. zeneedle says:

    A comedy of errors. Did they figure out how to keep the dog from locking them out in the future? I’m rather envious of the crab legs!

  2. Chris says:

    Oh, those crab legs look sooooo good!

    Too funny about the dog! Maybe they can put a box over the lock when they want to make sure the dog doesn’t lock them out…

  3. kitten says:

    lol. My dad has a lock like that but the dog is 15 and not so jumpy. I’ll have to warn them when my brother’s dogs come over for a visit…

  4. Cookie says:

    Thank goodness it worked out okay. I agree with the hide-a-lock idea. Sounds like time.

  5. Stacey says:

    Crabs! Yummy! Maggie (the cat) used to lock me out of the lake house all the time. We just replaced the sliders with French doors.

  6. jill says:

    Well, the pooch certainly gave you a good story to share!

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