Trouble with a Capital T

Here is just some of the trouble that our pet-sitting charge, Sierra, has gotten into.  First of all, you should know that Sierra is a husky who is shedding.  If you haven't had the pleasure of living with a shedding husky, know this:  if you do not vacuum at least once a day, you run a very real risk of perishing beneath a suffocating pile of soft, white hairs.  Second, Sierra has a talent for finding things to eat.  Since she has been here, she has gotten her tongue inside the peanut butter jar, eaten four packets of green tea latte mix and pumpkin gruel powder, and devoured three and a half bagels in one sitting.  Of course, most of this illicit eating takes place on the carpet, where the dog can use her tongue to effectively grind saliva and food into the fibers.

But, all this pales in comparison to what happened Friday evening.  Keegan and I went out to dinner with John and Glenda, and we got home, sleepy and ready for bed, around 10:30.  We keyed our code into the apartment door and then opened it....only to find that the security lock was on, and we could not open it all the way.  This lock is like the ones you find at hotels, just a metal bar that when flipped over catches on a little metal knob and only allows you to open the door about four inches.  The only way to flip the lock back off is to be inside the apartment with the door closed.  The only being inside the apartment was the dog, who, although she had managed to engage the lock, was now more focused on scratching the bottom of the slightly opened door.  Off we tramped, back down to the car to drive back to John and Glenda's and borrow a screwdriver.  Keegan had to unscrew the lock from the door, contorting himself to fit his fingers and the screwdriver through the four-inch gap.  

Thanks a lot, Sierra.  You are Trouble.