Too Tall

Max is too tall. He can now reach the dead blot on out front door. I learned this last Wednesday as I went to go get the mail. Yup...locked out, in my pajama pants no less. I tried to get Max to open the door, but that was hopeless. I tried to get in the living room windows, they are usually unlocked and were open the previous night so surely they must be open? No, locked. Hmmm... what to do...well they construction crew next door must have a cell phone...but alas my mail comes at the same time Jeff takes his lunch. (We have a new code at his office, if his phone rings more then twenty straight times, one of his teammates will assume it is an emergency and pick it up.) So the nice guys next door want to help- credit card through the back door? Deadbolted. Could there be any window unlocked? Jeff's bathroom? It is often open and so high up it can't be locked right? Well no one has a ladder but lets try a big digger. Locked. But it did leave nice tracks in my front yard. Hmmm. The kitchen window perhaps? Yes, but alas we can't bring the rig over, luckily we've got a playgound that almost makes it. Not for me, I was too short but one of the nice guys was tall enough to climb into my kitchen and save the day. I offered them a drink but alas they thought I was a bit crazy and fled asap. Max you ask? Totally unfazed. He used the time to make a bit of mischief.