Breaking and entering...

So the past two months I've been staying with my parents in my hometown of Brighton, Michigan. I think my parents have become quite accustomed to being empty nesters because last night they locked me out of the house! I got home around 1am, pulled into the garage, and found that the door from the garage into the house was locked. And not only that door, but I found every door locked around the entire house. Then I began to try all the windows and they were locked too. Next I tried calling our home phone several times. No answer. I remembered that my parents usually sleep with a noise machine. Crap. So I tried pounding on the front door, ringing the doorbell, and calling the home phone all at the same time! And even with all this noise, along with the sound of the dog barking hysterically, my parents did not wake up.

I had two options. Try to get in through my bedroom window on the second floor or sleep in the car. As comfortable as the car sounded, I went and got a ladder from the garage and set it up near the window. I climbed up and it wasn't tall enough. Crap. I knew we had one more taller ladder in the garage but it was super heavy and it was the extension kind that I didn't even know how to extend. After literally 15 minutes of trying to figure out how to even open this ladder into the A shape with only the light from my cell phone, and another 10 minutes trying to extend the legs long enough, I was finally able to get on top of the half-roof outside my window, remove the screen, and climb in.

I took a picture this morning of the window and ladders. It doesn't look nearly as hard core in the daylight as it felt last night in the darkness, but here you go:

That doggie in the window

The above picture captures what days have looked like at my house recently. Sydney staring out through the glass door dreaming about catching squirrels, eating grass, and chasing cars. I join her for a little bit while she watches the mail-truck drive by and misses out on her daily treat from the mail-lady yet again. Poor girl... she tore a ligament in her left knee a few weeks ago and she's been on bed-rest ever since the surgery. Have you ever heard a dog cry? Not whine, but cry? Try shaving your dog's leg, then giving her surgery, sticking a cone around her neck, and locking her in a cage...and do all this without any explanation as to what is going on in a language that she can understand. I just feel so bad for Sydney and all she's been through.

What makes it even worse is that during her recovery process while she was trying to stay off her left leg, she tore the same ligament in her right leg and will have to start all over again with the same surgery next week. If only somebody could explain to her what is going on! She's still got another 8 weeks before she'll be frolicking through meadows with the neighbor dogs again. For now, the view from the window will have to be enough.