My Dog Locked Me in His House!
It sounds unbelievable, but I swear it happened. One quiet afternoon, I went out into the backyard to feed Max, my playful German Shepherd. He has a big wooden doghouse that my dad built years ago—a cozy little space with a flap-style door and just enough room for Max to nap in comfort.
As usual, Max bounded over, tail wagging, ready for his food. But as I set down his bowl, I noticed he had dragged one of his toys inside the doghouse. Curiosity got the better of me, so I crouched down and peeked in. “What are you hiding in there, buddy?” I laughed, reaching to grab the toy.
That’s when Max nudged me hard with his nose, and before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees inside his doghouse. The next second, the flap door swung shut behind me. At first, I thought nothing of it—I could just push it open. But to my surprise, Max had knocked over a bucket outside, and it jammed perfectly against the little entrance. I was trapped.
I couldn’t believe it. There I was, stuck inside my own dog’s house, while Max sat outside wagging his tail like it was the funniest thing in the world. I called out for help, but nobody was home. All I could see was Max’s goofy face peeking in through the tiny ventilation hole, tongue hanging out, as if he was laughing at me.
Minutes turned into what felt like hours. I tried shifting the doghouse, but Max thought it was a game and kept pawing at the sides, barking happily. I started talking to him, “Max, let me out! This isn’t funny!” but of course, he just barked louder, thinking we were playing hide-and-seek.
Finally, after what felt like forever, I managed to wiggle my arm through the flap, pushing the bucket just far enough that the door swung open. I crawled out, covered in dust and thoroughly embarrassed. Max jumped on me, licking my face, clearly proud of himself for trapping me in his kingdom.
When I told my family later, they couldn’t stop laughing. Now, every time someone asks about Max, the story comes up: the day my own dog managed to lock me inside his house.
And I’ll admit—it’s still one of the funniest memories we share.
