Well...I have the car

It was a bit of a saga. The original plan was that the car salesman would drive the car down, I'd get insurance for the car online at Esurance, and I'd give a friend a ride in the car. I thought about asking the friend if he wanted to see a movie as long as we were driving around.

Here's what happened.

The car salesman did drive the car down and gave me a walkthrough of it. During the walkthrough, he discovered that the remote for the locks and for the alarm were missing. (Also the floor mats were missing.) He said that he'd arrange a time to bring them down to me on Monday. He and the person who came down with him drove off.

I drove the car into the garage. I used the power lock to lock all the doors, and saw a flashing light that I thought indicated the the alarm was on. I didn't know how to shut it off. I tried messing around with the locks. but couldn't get it off. I finally opened the door, and the alarm went off.

I remembered that the car salesman called me a couple of times from his cell phone, so I should have his number on caller ID. I called him, and he told me that there was a little button that I could press and hold down to shut off the alarm.

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Counting my blessings

The carrier into which I tricked Harlee was the new double-door carrier. I was a little worried that the top door wouldn't hold as I carried her out, but it did.

We arrived at the parking lot near the store that was having the vaccine clinic. The parking lot was busy, with a lot of cars. It's at the intersection of two busy streets.

I unloaded Harlee from the car and put her down on the ground. I locked the car, and then I picked her up.

The front door of the carrier fell off.

I grabbed the door and held it in the doorway of the carrier just as Harlee made a lunge for freedom. I never would have thought that my reflexes could be faster than hers. Never underestimate the power of a terrified mom, I guess.

Apparently the top had become loose. I worked the door back into its hinges (although the latch was now on the inside) and tightened the top up. It seemed tight enough, so I decided to still get Harlee microchipped as long as we were there. However, I held the carrier in my arms from the bottom. I don't think that I can ever trust that carrier again.

Everything went well after that. She's microchipped; we're home; we've calmed down. I'm paying a lot of extra attention to my precious girl.

I think that work will provide a nice break from the weekend.