More Sightings Than Elvis
Someone talk me down. I need a half pound burger and onion rings. I’ll explain later. I need to get to work (finally). Maggie was spotted twice this morning…
Maggie was spotted this morning on Glenwood and Snow King. 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 Smith’s, 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 Snow King, 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 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. "
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. 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. Michelle knows, I tell him. So, Michelle knows you were talking on your phone? No, Michelle knows about my schnauzer. Oh...(Michelle is the JPD Officer watching out for Maggie.)
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. 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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UPDATE:
She was seen around 5:40, on Pine. Sam tells me, “Man she’s fast!” Yes Sam, she outruns men who ride bikes hundreds of miles for the hell of it. She’s really fast.
I tell him I’m trying to think like a dog. She’s seen on Pine and then she seems to always wander back to Snow King.
(Around the time we started our hike, the day she disappeared.)
I’m sitting at Snow King.
Send good juju our way.
xoxo
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