Maggie was spotted this morning by the mountain. I throw on leggings and hoodie, shoes, pack up clothes for work, blow dryer, all the essentials, and head to town.
No Maggie. Good Samaritan tells me she’s fast. Yes she is. I let him know she’s skittish, agile. Anyone who’s called her name is left in schnauzer dust. If you see her again, act like you are ignoring her, and then tackle her. If I see her again, she’s mine, he tells me. Deal.
While I’m walking the area, calling her, I receive another sighting, this one over by our Kroger. Seriously? She’s really picking ‘em up and putting ‘em down if she made it that far. I have to check it out, for my own peace of mind. No Maggie.
Driving back for one more pass around the mountain, I call the animal shelter, to give them an update. Red and blue lights are flashing, behind me. Maybe they have Maggie. I’m hopeful. I have all pertinent information in hand, because we all know I get pulled over once a year, so this would be twice in one year. I’m usually speeding, and deserve to be pulled over. I wasn’t speeding.
Do you know why I pulled you over? You have Maggie? Not really, I didn’t ask. No, was my reply. You were talking on the phone. Yes sir, I was. You are not supposed to drive and talk on the phone. Have you been pulled over previously for this? No, I never talk, well, almost never, and drive. (I don’t. I would rather have a root canal than talk on the phone.) Well, he tells me, the locals have complained. Rightly so, as people are always talking on the phone, I reply.
Do you have your registration? Yes sir...This one’s expired, he tells me. I hand him another. How about this one? Expired. Just a minute, I have the current registration. He tells me that’s okay, I see you’re current.
How long have you lived in Wyoming? Too long. I know what’s coming...December 2015. Your Texas license is only good for one year in Wyoming. You’re driving with an expired license, even though it’s not up for renewal.
Close to losing my stuff after not finding Maggie for the I don’t know how many times, I finally lose it. I'm almost blubbering. Not good. I apologize, tell him it’s been a rough week, lost my schnauzer, was updating the animal shelter. Was anyone dying, he asks? They coulda been, I tell him, trying to control my running nose and tears. But no, they were not. I’m sorry.
Keep digging Debbie. This is why I obey. I never get away with anything. Ever. God loves me a lot, because he always chastises me.
Officer comes back with two citations. Warnings. Get. Out.
Get a grip Debbie, quit crying. Thank the gentleman.
Before you guys say anything, I was a long way from pretty this morning - my hair was in a stringy, wet pineapple on top of my head, bangs secured with an ugly clip. No breast in sight. Baggy old coat, blubbering almost, running nose. Raw, uncensored. Mercy. He had mercy. X10. (But my hair did smell good.)
I stopped by Dairy Queen on the way to work...🐷
I’ve lost my anonymity, Maggie's posters are posted everywhere, law enforcement has my number, I'm a hot mess. And at this point, I don’t care. I just want Maggie home safe, where she belongs. Maybe I will next move to Alaska.
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