I was doing the dinner dishes while the boys were outside on the swing, eating Popsicles. All was well until Ashley decided to join her brothers and swung the door from the kitchen to the garage wide open and started to lower herself down the step. Since the boys left the door from the garage to outside open, the dogs made a run for it. They bolted out both doors and jumped the fence in seconds and off they went.
I heaved a big sigh, grabbed the leashes and Ashley, and drove down the street in the van. With the help of a couple neighbors, I got the pups into the van and headed back home. As I pulled into the driveway, I figured I would get the boys into the van and go to the grocery store real quick. I needed dog food, paper towels, and a few other things, so I might as well get that done now.
I left Ashley and the dogs in the car, left the car running, and ran out to the back to get the boys. They ran in and got their shoes on, and came out. I started to get them into the car when I realized…oh crap! The dogs had stepped on the lock trigger and locked every door in the car. Now they and Ash were locked in the car.
I don’t have a spare key, so I looked into the window and had a small panic attack. Then I wanted to kick myself. I should have expected this and just put the dogs into the house, but I was trying to save time by just getting the boys. I may have saved two minutes, but now I was losing a ton of time!
The glare is pretty bad, but you can see Echo trapped in the van. It was at this point I was trying to get him to step on the lock trigger again. He was too busy rubbing his nose all over the window, thigh.
What a bonehead. Oh well…now what? Well, I called 911 and this time, I was ready for the police to show up. While we waited, I tried to get Echo to step on the trigger again, but of course he wouldn’t do it. Punk. Ashley was crying now, not sure why she was in the car and we were outside and not getting her. Poor baby! She didn’t understand that she was locked in the car. I ran in and grabbed some screwdrivers to try and pick the locks, but that didn’t work, and I was afraid I would make things worse so I stopped. I took a fiberglass rod I had in the garage and got it in through the back window. I could pry it open enough, but I couldn’t get the rod to reach the locks.
I was trying to be slick when I took this picture. I wasn’t sure how he would like me taking a picture of his car for my blog, so the flash was off. I thought it was light enough out, but maybe not. 
The police showed up and they had a wedge they put into the corner of the door that opened it, and then a pink rod was put into the door. He pushed the trigger and the door opened right up! Yay! The pups and Ashley were free! I grabbed the dogs, and got them into the house, put the boys into the van, and went to the store.
Yet another crazy story at the Wymer house. Sheesh!
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