By
George Shirk - Times Senior Writer
Fido locked me out of the house. In the process, he locked himself in.
“Get me out of here!” he whimpered from behind the door.
“I’m trying, you big lug, but the deadbolt seems to have been tripped.”
“What’s a deadbolt?”
“A deadbolt, Fido, is the one lock on the door that I don’t have a key for! I’ve never even used the deadbolt and don’t even have a key for it. How the heck did the deadbolt get tripped?”
I tried to put the sequence together and that took a little time.
“Fido, was anyone in the house when I was gone?”
“I have to pee.”
“I know, I know. Me too!”