It was an okay day, as far as Saturdays are concerned, everyone was fed and watered, it was the emails that needed some attention before I descended into R&R mode.
The car pulled in to the drive, and out he stepped. I could see the brown face looking at me and his owner, from the back seat, pleading with his big brown eyes, ” I thought you said we were going shopping this morning not coming up here, this wasn’t part of the deal”.
We continued to chat, about everything possible, from the war in Korea in the 1950’s, to the current fleet of “Flyer” buses, that are now making more frequent trips to the airport.
He finally, made his way out to the car, with the treat in one hand. Bruiser was watching his every move, and licking his lips, tasting it, even though he could only visualise the taste.
Then I heard the loud “oh no”.
The dog was in the car, the keys were in the ignition, all of the windows were shut tight, and so were all the door locks, driver, passenger, and also the boot.
It must have been Bruiser, Brian spluttered. I did not see how it could be, until, so pleased that they were going to be on their way, he greeted Brian through the window, and jumped on the door lock.
We agreed, unanimously, it was the pup, who had, inadvertantly locked the door, oblivious to the bedlam he would cause.
A quick phone call to the AA , and with the promise that relief was close at hand, we resorted to tea and chocolate biscuits, the only method, guaranteed to calm a frustrated mind. 
Poor Bruiser, now he was only able to stare at us, and ask with his eyes, why his mate was not getting in the car, and why was he taking so long. What was he doing , talking with the lady who took care of him, when he came here to stay?
No amount of gesticulating from the both of us to the pup, could persuade him to “unlock” the door. He honestly, must have thought we were stupid, waving our arms around at him, and talking to him, with words that he could not readily decipher.
To make matters worse, Lukis, the Cornish Rex , jumped on to the bonnet of the car, and decided to sniff the treat that was balancing there, waiting for Bruiser to take a chunk from it. It was all he could do to contain himself, Bruiser did however, prove to have nerves of steel, and stared at the cat without making a sound. Lukis soon became tired of that game, and jumped down to explore another of his favourite routes, around the property.
At last, up the driveway it came with the two AA emblazoned along the side.
Five minutes, a screwdriver and bent wire, and the waiting was over. Brian hurriedly grabbed the keys from the ignition, before any thing else unfortunate could occur.
The treat firmly clenched between his teeth, Bruiser settled down in his bed, as they were now off to do the shopping, a bit late, but it did not really matter, did it? If it poured with rain, or was freezing cold, he did not care, one iota, he was safe and warm , with his mate behind the wheel.
What more could a pup wish for in life?
Rule number one never leave keys in car with dog or small children. I’ve been there done that, but at least Kerry was 5 and finally opened the door (after a promise of sweets). Never had that problem with Angel, as she likes to be the first out of the car.