8/21/22

Whenever something goes other than how it was planned, is an opportunity for memories. As we were winding our fun extended weekend down, a friend of ours loaded his dog in his truck. It was raining pretty steadily out.

His keys were also in the truck. The dog stepped on the lock button. Recipe for disaster.

Our friend was all packed up and ready to go but couldn’t get into his locked truck. Then 9 adults were circling the truck, in the rain, trying to coax the dog to step on the unlock button. We used food. We used fun, high voices, we used some of the smaller dogs to hold up near the lock to get his dog’s attention. Unfortunately that didn’t work. There she sat, stoically.

After about 45 minutes, Triple A came to the rescue and quickly retrieved the keys. We will never forget the time when Marley locked the keys in the truck.

The bright side? It was raining. The dog didn’t cook herself. No one had to break a window. That’s a total win.

We arrived home and Paul and I felt lazy. We unpacked but we were also tired. We had a lackadaisical evening.

Ethan barely said hello to us, which isn’t shocking. Avery was delighted to see us home. Ethan will hopefully get there? 

We are now preparing to start our week. A fun time was had by all.