Willie Saves The Day

Let me start out by saying that Willie has become very possesive of me and our home!  He doesn't seem to like men, especially Mexican men. 
Now, for the story:  Judy R. told me time and again "be careful with those metal doors you have in the kitchen because if they close on you they lock and you can't get back in."  Well, that is exactly what happened just l/2 hour ago!  I went out to the laundry room to hang up clothes and "WHOP" the door closed!  My first thought was "no problem, the guy that made the doors said they wouldn't lock on me". After I finished hanging the clothes I went to re-enter the house and......you got it.......door was locked! My heart started pounding and I started to get that claustrophobic feeling one gets just before they know there is no escape!  As Victoria would say, I thought "what the f---k"!  Then I started to think rationally about my options:
1) The Alamo guys were next door, but Willie won't allow anyone in the yard. By the way, where is Willie?
2)  I could call someone, but wait, I didn't have my cell phone.
3)  I could wait until someone missed me but that wouldn't be until  tomorrow, at the earliest, when Crit comes at 11:00 a.m. but when I don't answer the door she will figure I forgot and she will leave!
4)  I could use the hidden key, but wait, there is NO hidden key!
5)  I could break the window between the laundry room and the kitchen but there are bars on the window to keep people out!  Maybe if I broke the glass, my arm would be long enough to reach the handle on the door. Nope, arm isn't quite long enough.
6)  Okay, think Ana, think.
A Plan: 
1)  Get some rope ready.
2)  Call Willie and make lots of noise so he will come running.
3)  Tie Willie up and yell for the car wash kids to come and walk into my house and open the door for me.
Well: 

1) I made a lot of racket and Willie, bless his heart, came running.
2) I had a nice length of rope that Christina had left for me to tie a tarp onto her car when it gets here.
3) First, I tied Willie up real close to the outside bars of the laundry room, I knew he would have a fit if he saw one of the Mexican kids from next door in our yard so I tied and held him real close to the bars.
4) Next, I yelled my fool head off and finally one of the kids climbs up the wall and says "whatsup"?
    I asked him if he could climb over the wall and into the house and open the door for me, which he
    did.
5)  Just as I suspected, I thought Willie was going to have a heart attack watching this kid climb over the wall!  Poor Willie!  Oh wait, poor me, I'm the one locked up!

You know what?  Willie came when I called, he stood real close to the bars so I could tie a length of rope on him and he let me be rescued!  He barked because he was supposed to bark, he just wanted them to know that he's vicious! It would have been easier to be rescued without the stress of thinking he might maul someone to death, but we did the best we could and it worked out.
Thank you Willie!  Thank you Mexican kid next door!