I'll go around and crawl through the dog door.
I'll have to climb over the fence first though.
Thats what I said to Jem when we got home yesterday and found ourselves locked out of the house. When we left I said to Lizzie – are you going out?. No, she says, I'm watching movies all afternoon. So I didn't take my keys. I had my hand on them, then put them back.
So off I went around the back. Betty's always pretty happy to see someone climbing over the gate which makes it more of a challenge. If you had enough patience you could open the gate. But Daz seems to think Betty is some distant relation of Harry Houdini and there are so many bolts and padlocks on it no one can bother.
Then it was off to the dog door. Which looked much smaller than I'd remembered. I knew my hips would go through because they don't exist but it was the shoulders that I thought may cause trouble. So I did this corkscrew technique. Head in, then turn sideways and wedge the shoulders through, keep turnng on to your back, then slide. It was all going well until the back of my pants got stuck on some jagged plastic, so I gave my legs a hard tug and, oh, hang on, thats my leg thats stuck, not my pants. Ouch. Thats gonna bruise tomorrow.
Today it is very very tender. I have to sit leaning to the left so there's no pressure on the back of my thigh. Definitely getting too old for that kind of caper.
But we saw Bolt in the end and both liked it. There were a lot of laughs in it. But I also got all teary eyed three times. I'm a big softie in animal moves, even if they are animated animals.