I don't know what the delay was, but my human finally picked us up at the House of Meat last night. I'll skip the part where she says I'm looking a little tubier than when she dropped me off, and the part where The Man totally lies about how much and we ate while we were there and go straight to what happened when we got home.
Or tried to get home. Because when we got there, we couldn't get inside. Yeah. My human's key refused to go in the lock. At first she thought maybe her brain was just being gimpy - that she was using the wrong key. Totally possible, but my human's gimpiness wasn't the problem. The problem was the lock.
It was cold and dark and we wanted in. My human was totally not happy. So I suggested we break into our house. I've seen people on TV do it with a credit card. You just slide it in the door crack, wiggle the handle and the door pops right open. Uh, unless you have something called a dead-bolt lock, which is what we have. Then you're kinda screwed.
Unless you also have a dog door.
Luckily, we have one of those too. And because the only way to get into our backyard is through a special entrance that only we can get into, my human doesn't always lock the dog door. And luckily, our dog door is big enough for Dutch to go through. Because that means my human can fit though it too (she was VERY happy about this).
So, my human is home. And even though there was a little bit of swearing at having to squirm through our dog door at midnight, I think she's happy to be back. She promises to help me get caught up with all the comments I missed as soon as she gets caught up on the gazillion unread emails in her own inbox.
Must be really nice to have thumbs....