So I’m getting a divorce. That’s a completely different story, but it explains why I would ever try to get anywhere in a car with a twenty-three-month-old boy and two energetic pug dogs. Who in their right mind would dare to leave the house with this sort of company? That would be me. As part of my custody agreement, the care of my son and two dogs is split fifty-fifty, and it was time for me to do the transfer.
I was due at my ex’s house at 7 p.m. He had only been moved out for two weeks at this point, and I was still getting used to this new arrangement. I did not want to ruffle any feathers by not following our agreement to the T, so I definitely did not want to be late.
It was 6:56 p.m., and we were still in the house. My husband moved a mere eight blocks away, but the worry of timeliness was starting to set in. It was a warm day, and as we now made it to the car, it was even warmer in my un-insulated garage. I put my son in his Britax car seat, buckled him up, and closed his door. The dogs jumped in through the front passenger door. I threw my purse and everything else I was carrying onto the floor of the car, and closed that door as well.
If you don’t know the temperament of pugs, they are the most hyperactive creatures on Earth. By the time I got around to my side of the car, the dogs had stepped on the button that locks all the doors! Panic set in! I was helplessly standing outside the car with my son and two dogs staring at my nervous face from inside the car.
I knew for sure it was hot inside that car. How long did I have before something harmful could happen? I needed to act quickly here. All the plans of “saving” them went through my head: Car keys—locked in the car. Cell phone—locked in the car. House keys—locked in the car. Spare car key—locked in the car. Wire hanger—not one in sight.
The first helpless thing I could think to do was to open the garage door. Maybe a barely existent wind would help cool down the garage and subsequently cool down the inside of the car? Not! But I did it anyway.
The second thing I could think of was run to a neighbor’s house and call 911. Gosh I hate to be a burden on people, especially my neighbors who I do not know very well at all, but that would be the logical course of action.
Then I came up with what I felt was a pretty original idea. I would turn back the clock! If the dogs could step on the button to lock the doors, maybe they could step on the same button to unlock them? So I ran around the car, hoping they would jump from one window to the other window, snorting and licking away at the glass. I had to be sure to time it just right before they stepped on the button to lock the doors again! Guess what? It worked! I got in the car and drove off.
This incident ranks up there as one of the scariest moments of my life, that’s for sure. Yes, even if it was just a few scary minutes. We arrived at my ex’s house at 7:05 p.m. Not so bad, don’t you think?