Recently Lee and I had the privilege of dog-sitting two handsome hounds, Bailey and Ringo. Our assignment, which we accepted with great enthusiasm, involved inhabiting Bailey’s dwelling in a rather chic area of Houston. We anticipated the fun of a pedestrian lifestyle as we could walk to dinner or drinks from this location with ease, a feature unusual in Houston. Our weekend home also exhibited beauty and sophistication unlike our own apartment, so we planned to savor our time at Bailey’s.
We packed overnight bags, provided shuttle service for Ringo, then parked my car in the garage of our beautiful weekend townhouse. Bailey was resting ever so sweetly on the back terrace, surrounded by lush foliage. After arrival, Lee immediately began “playtime” which involved a game of fetch with a tennis ball. It didn’t take us long to realize Bailey never tires of this game. (Seriously, we played for several hours non-stop, and he never once tuckered out.) Thinking I was letting all the cold air out of the house, I gently shut the door, which had been dead-bolted when we arrived, then plopped down in a porch chair near the action.
Ringo sat next to me happy as a clam, both of us watching as Lee and Bailey played fetch. Feeling rather parched, I made the decision to run in for hydration after about 20 minutes. This is when I realized my blunder: The back door I shut had locked us out of the house. My error had us in quite a predicament as we were enveloped by 10 foot fences and steel gating. Laughter ensued, followed by immediate survival tactics. Lee began climbing the tall airconditioning unit to see if there was any hope of escape. I began articulating my thoughts and fears in a stream of consciousness type flurry. “What if we must remain for the next two days?! I think we’d survive, but we’d be hungry. Maybe someone could pass us food through the gate bars? What will we tell Bailey’s mom? I’m scared.” Meanwhile, atop the air conditioning unit, Lee could see our surroundings which consisted of lots of other peoples’ yards, each surrounded by another 10 ft fence.
A light bulb went off in Lee’s head as she posed a suggestion: We could call someone, give them the garage code, have them come through the house, and direct them to the back door to let us out of the yard? It was pure brilliance. Now all we had to do is figure out if we had any friends we knew well enough to ask this favor. Adding to the challenge was the fact that it was 2pm, and most people were still at their day jobs. Without hesitation we called Sean, who was happened to be completely available and on his day off. When he arrived, we looked like this.
Sean rescued us from our humilation safe and sound. Both Bailey and Ringo never even noticed the rise and fall of our stress level, and we continued a game of fetch which practically lasted for the next 48 hours with intermittent walks. When Bailey’s mom came home again, we decided it was best to tell her our tale. She smiled, then showed us the spare key conveniently stashed in the backyard where our pointless panic had built. Thus concluded my incident of foolishness.