I was in bed last night early...I couldn't sleep. All I could do was retrace my steps over and over to where the pup might be. I decided that I would go to the park and the post office to see if he was there. It was worth a try.
I drove to the park and went inside to ask about the pup. Nope. Nothing.
I drove to the post office and went inside. The people there know me so they say hello. I ask them if they're seen pup. The lady says..YES! We found him here on Saturday!! Oh my GOD! I can't believe I'm going to find him...I'm so excited as they search for our beloved Pup. She comes out and says...I can't find him..he was here at our station and now he's gone. I dont' know if they threw him away or not.
Panic sets in. I'm so close...please let me find him.
Then this goofy janitor comes in...laughing...oh yeah...I threw that out last night...it looked like a rag.
WHAT? LAST NIGHT??? Where? They point me in the direction of the dumpsters and I make a run for it.
I'm looking at this tiny hole in the dumpster that I have to jump through to get to the garbage.
They say to me...I wouldn't go in there if I were you. I reply...You obviously don't have kids. Looking at myself in flip flops and capri's and think...I don't even care.
With that, I pull myself up with all my strength and launch myself into the dumpster. I'm standing with 7-8 black garbage bags all around me. The guy hands me gloves and I get to work. I ripped open all the bags except the last one. Each bag I open, I'm praying and hoping that I'll see him and rescue him from this crappy dumpster.
Then I get to the last bag. I rip it open. Nothing.
No pup.
I sit there sifting through the rest of the garbage...maybe I overlooked him. How could I? I would spot him.
Then that stupid goofy janitor comes out and says this...
Oh yeah...that's today's garbage. Yesterday's garbage went out last night or early this morning.
Are you kidding me? I'm so pissed at this point because this guy held on to a child's toy for 2 days. They found him Saturday and threw him away Monday night. I would have thought a week would have gone by and THEN they would have given up.
So I look at this guy and say...you owe me thirty dollars. That's how much it cost me to replace it. He laughs as I pull myself out of the dumpster and he hands me my cell phone...don't lose your phone now...he says. I said...why don't you throw that out too...no one needs it, right?
The woman looks at me and whispers...I'm sorry.
Me too. I'm sorry that I didn't look at the post office in the first place. The post office with the red brick floor and the wooden tables that the psychic talked about. I put all my efforts into looking at Chili's that I never thought to look at one of the other places I was at.
Where does the garbage go after it's been picked up by the trucks. I actually asked my dad that. He says to me...you don't want to get that pup after he's been through the garbage and you would never find him.
I now have a nice story to tell my son when he gets older...how mommy went dumpster diving to get a pup.
Proof that a mother will do ANYTHING for her kid.
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