A modicum of mental and emotional distress here. You and the brood were unable to penetrate house when I took a FR sabbatical for a week or two. I will live without knowing how you gained entry, but I'll live my life with regret.
¿De verdad quieres que en su conciencia?
Better than living your life with egrets.
Oh, you missed it? DP, Elen, and I went out to lunch and shopping at Target. On the way back, I suggested we stop again at the G household to see if, being an engineer, DP might press the keys on the garage access pad and cause the door to rise. Stranger things have happened.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work. However, after viewing the dog door and hearing my suggestion that Tom bash it with a sledgehammer, DP produced a screwdriver and got the door open without violence. Then we went home, got Frank, and sent him through the dog door to open the patio door. (Frank is used to this sort of thing. Our neighbor Vicki, the crazy cat lady, had a problem with the door handle of her truck. For several weeks, every time she wanted to go somewhere, she would come get Frank and have him climb through the back window.)
While all this was going on, a neighbor came out to see why we were breaking in, accepted our explanation, and offered to sell us some of her furniture when she moves next month. I’ve got her number on the refrigerator; we need to replace the zebra-striped loveseat with something more-new to us.
Anyhow, the guinea pigs were doing well at last report, and we also found a fish in a jar on their counter and fed him.