That's great unless the A/C power is off.
I think we're gonna have to agree that we don't see eye to eye.
Thanks.
Everybody has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.
Every evening I have the
often humbling experience of trying to manage the process of starting to walk the dogs. A series of things has to happen in about 30 seconds:
- Grab hat
- Grab crap sacks
- Collect the leashes that the mutts have been dragging behind them
- Retrieve keys from pocket
- Open the door without allowing cat to bamf through it
- Expel the dogs
- Close the door
- Lock the door
- Pocket keys
- Extract flashlight from pocket and light it
- Ensure the mutts aren't experimenting with perpetual motion
Steps 1 through 5 have to be completed before the senior mutt decides that he's
transcended the requirement of urinating outside. Steps 5 through 7 must be performed as fast as possible. Step 8 & 9 are also ideally done as fast as possible so the dogs can perform a
#1 on the lawn as opposed to the walkway; the dogs are typically exerting
maximum tension on leashes at this point. Steps 9 through 11 are also ideally done as soon as possible since such antics will likely make them sick ... hours later when the causality is utterly lost on them.
While I can usually pull this rehearsed sequence of events off without a hitch, there are still errors several times a week. Usually these are recoverable. But sometimes exciting things happen such as the cat ninja'ing so as not to alert the dogs then
bamf'ing out the door, dropping my keys at an inopportune time, forgetting the crap sacks, one of the mutts slipping a harness, a loose dog exciting the mutts, or locking the door / pocketing keys / fumbling for that flashlight as the dogs attempt to wrench my arm out of socket in their eagerness.
And all of the above is
routine. I can't imagine being jarred into action from a deep sleep -
fighting sleep disorientation - scrambling into a shelter for safety and expecting to have the presence of mind to locate and switch on a flashlight. As such I appreciate the simplicity of the tripwire, which buys some time to spool down a likely adrenaline rush without the added stress of fumbling around for something that's going to require fine motor skills to operate. Given the somewhat low likelihood of needing to make that mad dash to the shelter, practicing under realistic conditions isn't feasible and the tripwire solves the problem in an expedient fashion.