Hubby tried to drill open the lock. But it was the heavy-duty type (trust hubby to be kiasu in these things, heh) and the drill bit wasn't good enough. Luckily my spare car key is kept downstairs and hubby could drive out to buy more tools. In the meantime, tried to get Jo Ern to unlock it, but as expected she didn't know what we wanted her to do. She kept calling out "Mummy! Mummyyy! Pao-pao!'', "Kakak, kakaaak! Open!", Papa! Papaaaaa!" then started crying when nobody came to her. Oh, my poor baby!
Hubby came back with serious tools and worked on the lock. Metal shards flew everywhere. But even after breaking apart the outside parts completely, the bolt remained stubbornly in the door frame! Poor hubby was drenched in sweat, grappling with various tools as Jo Ern bawled away inside. I was also worried she would get hurt by a flying piece of metal.
Finally, hubby did it. We rushed in. Found Jo Ern had gone to her bed to cry! Well it was better that she wasn't at the door. Quickly hugged and manja-ed her and soon she was fine. The little one spent a good half hour in there calling and crying.
My sweaty hero and my rescued baby (who is eating something)
OK now back to the problem of the dog... haha. Shadow is a huge German Shepherd and it isn't easy inserting enemas, getting medicine into him or even transporting him to to the vet. Hubby gets to do all that while I thankfully take myself off to the office. Phew.
Now can somebody attend to me please