Loading ...I looked out the back door window and he was running around the yard with the carcass in his mouth pleased as punch. I coaxed him inside with a dog treat and left him there as I went to get the squirrel and dispose of it. As I came up to the back door he was jumping up and down as usual. I tried the door … it was locked! The dog had tripped the deadbolt and locked me out. 45 degrees and I’m in a T-shirt. ##*%**#**###! I was just about to go over to the neighbors when I tried the door again. Now it was open! The dog had tripped the bolt the other way and unlocked it! Whoo Hoo!
You can guess the first thing I did upon entering.
