Thought that I would share a little story about our puppies. Two years ago, Sandy and I were going on vacation to Pennsylvania. We were leaving our two puppies, Harley and Murphy with our vet. I had to mail some reports on Monday morning before we left. Sandy suggested that I take the dogs with me to mail the letters while she finished packing. They do love to ride in the car. Then we would drop them off at the vet on our way out of town.
   So off we go! The closest mailbox was by the entrance to a local shopping center. I pulled close to the box but had to get out of the car to drop the letters. Fearing that the dogs may jump out, I closed the door, with the car still running of course. I dropped the mail in the box and turned around just in time to see Murphy jump up at the window and come down on the door lock. Yes! He locked the car . There I stood. The car blocking the driveway, still running and the dogs barking. Did I mention that it was July? Don't worry about the dogs. The air conditioner was on and the radio was playing. I was the one locked outside in the heat with no music.
   There I am, blocking traffic, getting dirty looks from all who have to drive around me. It seemed like a hundred people needed to mail letters that morning. What do I do now? No spare key. no phone. You guessed it! Here comes a policeman. Blue lights flashing. At least he didn't hit the siren. " What seems to be the trouble here sir?" he asked. Now I have to explain what has happened to the policeman, as a curious crowd gathers. Thank goodness for the policeman. The policeman attempts to open the locked door with a tool called a Slim Jim. No luck! But he does succeed in driving the dogs crazy. There they are jumping, barking and slobbering all over the windows.
   The policeman agreed to stay with the car while I found a phone to call Sandy. I had a key code that the car dealer could cut a new key from. Sandy arrives and takes my place directing traffic. I was so glad to be out of there. I was able to get a new key made at the dealership. Needless to say, I was thoroughly exhausted by the time this ordeal was over.       It took an hour to clean all the dog slobber off all the windows. I did learn a lesson though. I have carried a spare key in my pocket since that day. Just ask me and I'll show it to you. Do you know where your spare key is?
 
                                                                 Happy motoring,
                                                                                 Carl