The weekend went well. We enjoyed our visits, found a new dog and had a great time at the birthday part.
Meet Raelin, the newest addition to our family.
We were on our way home and stopped to get gas. I was on the phone with my cousin, while Tim got out to pump gas. I hung up and got out of the car and saw Tim react quickly to a "click" from inside the car and try to open the door. One of the dogs stepped on the lock button when I had gotten out of the car.
"Don't you have your keys Tim?'
"No. I left them in the ignition since you were in the car."
"Oh, mine are in my purse."
So blocking a pump, two dogs in the car and our jackets, we called a locksmith (Thank goodness for smart phones) and proceeded to wait about 30 minutes. We tried to get one the dogs excited and to hit the button just right to unlock the car, they got tired of that game really quickly.
After trips inside to warm up and get some hot chocolate, the locksmith finally arrived, though we had to wait on him another ten minutes to do something with paper work. He got out and had us in our car in less than five minutes, only to take another ten minutes to get the payment.
We were then merrily on our way home shortly after that.
Two things I learned from this experience:
1) Always make sure someone has their keys on them, especially when there are dogs in the car.
2) I should become a locksmith so I can charge a $150 for 5 minutes of labor.
