Locked Out Of House

You know that we pride ourselves on stringent security, but we might have gone overboard when the Hu-Dad was locked out of the house yesterday.

Oooh - this is going to be a good story.

Oooh – this is going to be a good story.

Hu-Dad makes us sleep inside at night. He says that is because of all of the wild creatures such as bear, elk and bobcat in our woods. However, we think he dislikes a good, rousing 2 a.m. song time. Regardless, we sleep indoors and eagerly await our early morning re-entry to the yard of Sibe Quentin.

As choir mistress, I think it is always a good time for a song.

As choir mistress, I think it is always a good time for a song.

A certain young dog named after a natural disaster fancies himself quite the hunter, so Hu-Dad inspects the yard for rabbits before our release.

Here bunny, bunny.

Here bunny, bunny.

Yesterday morning, Hu-Dad glanced out of the window and spied a suspect rabbit. To save the creature, he made us wait, stepped outside, and investigated. Upon closer inspection, the “rabbit” turned out to be a branch with leaves blown out of a tree from a previous night storm. Deeming the yard safe for the mighty hunter, Hu-Dad turned toward the house.

This is the good part.

This is the good part.

Assuming imminent release, Frankie leapt for joy. During his descent, his paw caught the latch to the sliding glass door – click. Eager and excited dogs trapped inside and Hu-Dad trapped outside, so there was banging on each side of the door with everyone hoping it would open.

Oops.

Oops.

Fortunately, our other human servant was home – though asleep – so some loud and pathetic knocking by Hu-Dad worked. Soon enough, we were outside, Hu-Dad was inside, and we were begging for breakfast. How dare he be late with that.

Can we do that again tomorrow, Hu-Dad?

Can we do that again tomorrow, Hu-Dad?

P.S. – For all of those people who shared their locked out by the dogs stories on Hu-Dad’s personal Facebook page, he thinks you have much better stories than his. And, he would like to keep it that way.

 

 

1 Comment

  1. Dennis the Vizsla on June 19, 2016 at 2:35 pm

    hello thundering herd its dennis the vizsla dog hay thats an ace moov lokking yore dada owt of the howse!!! nekst time tho wayt until he has gottin his brekfast on the taybel and then it wil be all yorez wile he tries to git bak in!!! ha ha ok bye

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