Back in the summer sometime I locked myself out of my house. It was Shelby's fault really. She was on a long tie out in the back yard and had gotten herself tangled amongst the trees. When I went out to get her I somehow pressed the lock down on my back storm door. I went around front thinking, easy I'll get in that way. Wrong - me being 'safety conscious' I had locked the front storm door as well (on purpose). So...long story short my hero dad came over and used his man drill to get my front storm door open. Success!
Although it was raining that afternoon and my dad told me to wait in the truck I didn't. It didn't seem right for him to stand in the rain fixing my problem. So I stood by and 'helped'. More importantly, I stood by and watched. I'm soo thankful I did....
Fast forward to tonight....a cold (-10F) winter night. Apparently neither Shelby nor I learned our lesson back during summer about the back door. Tonight's issue wasn't that Shelby got tangled; tonight's issue was worse. Tonight her feet were freezing so instead of running into the house when I opened the door she laid down in the snow. Bad idea. Me, being the loving mom that I am ran out to get her....in my slippers and pjs. Worse idea.
Can you guess what happened next? Yep, door closed behind me. I try to go back into house. Door won't open. Door locked....Erghhh. It's COLD. No, no....it's FREEZING - literally.
So...fast forward through Anne-Marie running from behind her house to the front of the house next door (we have an alley in the back and luckily the house next door has no fence). Along the way Anne-Marie looses her slippers, falls into a very big, very deep snow drift, and is yelling 'help' like Kate Winslet in Titanic. (Yes, you can laugh...I'm chuckling a little myself...I was NOT laughing at the time. I would have cried but I was afraid my tears would freeze to my face.) Continue fast forwarding through Anne-Marie stumbling into the dark, two story quadplex next door only to find one lonely guy who 'kinda' offers to help. I ask if he can go get my dog who is still in the snow in my backyard (Not sure why I didn't bring her with me...) He takes forever....for which I didn't have time to wait so I run to the neighbors on the other side of my house; to their nicely lit home with their cute granddaughter playing in the living room with their sweet black lab. Much better.
Fast forward through Anne-Marie borrowing boots, gloves, socks, jacket, and a scarf from nice neighbors; going back out to see 'dude from next door' with no dog, "yea...you're dog won't come near me."; running back to the back yard, getting Shelby; borrowing a drill from nice neighbors; getting help from guy #2 that lives in quadplex...actually helpful (I've blogged about this fella before - see 'Neighbors in the Yard' post from Saturday, May 15.) and FINALLY getting the front storm door open only to find that my actual front door is locked too! Ergh!!! Red Lodge is one of the safest places in the country and I live in Fort Knox!
Back to friendly neighbor's house...who drives me to step-mom's house to get house key. 40 minutes later I'm once again in my warm, warm, oh so warm house. I'm NEVER locking the storm doors again. NEVER.
Sorry - I was a little busy avoiding frostbite to snap any photos. :)
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You poor thing!! I bet if you had bought those dang dog shoes I told you about, it could have been avoided :-). Love you and glad you are safe and warm!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds terrible! So glad you didn't get frost-bite and that there were a few friendly people around to help!
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