Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Lost and Found

My daily runs are starting to get longer again. Due to the decrease in exercise over the colder and wetter winter months I need to build up each spring back to my 4-5 mile sprint. The other day we hit the four mile level and I was feeling great. Tiring a little but my stamina has been growing.

Just as we were about to reach the end of the run my human noticed the little dial that allows her to adjust the speed of her scooter was missing. It had popped off somewhere along the run and it was gone. This isn't just a minor inconvenience. Without that little knob it is very hard to adjust the speed of the motorized cart.

We did a little back tracking in an attempt to find it but I was starting to tire and the sun was setting. My human figured it was long gone and would probably be crushed by a car before we had time to go out again and find it. I agreed with her.

Even knowing there was little chance of finding such a tiny object over a span of a four mile loop she was determined to at least try to find it. This time she made me do the same run in the mid day sun. Something about better lighting but all I felt was the heat of the sun beating down on me.

We took this second trip a little slower than the first time as she constantly scanned the edge of the road for her little dial. I sniffed as stuff. I tried to get a little taste of a dead pigeon but she stopped me short and made me leave it alone. I just don't get it. I'm never allowed to check out neat stuff like that.

A little less than a mile from home she spotted something. Now she had spotted stuff before on this trip but quickly moved on. This time she stopped the scooter and took a closer look. To her astonishment it was the tiny dial and it was undamaged. I just glanced around trying to figure out why we stopped. She pointed it out to me; I looked and pulled a head. I wanted to keep going.

When I realized we weren't moving until I fetched the item I relented and grabbed the little piece of plastic and spit it out in to her lap very quickly. Plastic that has been sitting on the road all night and day doesn't taste good after all. Now that dead pigeon may have tasted good but I'll likely never be allowed to find out.

With the little dial safely in her purse we headed home and I retired to a long nap on a nice and cool tile floor.

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