Day 743

We have four Goldens, but only three are 'Show Goldens'. Our fourth, Gus, is a 'Field Golden'." We had no idea there were different types, but the "Gus Type" was bred for hunting. Their coat is less thick, their tail is not the typical feather duster and that bark...my research shows that their was a bit of hound dog bred into the line. His "Baying" is legendary!

The truth is, I wish I could have leaned into his inner 'hunting dog' today! My dear son-in-law mowed the yard and asked if he could do a bit of weed-whipping to finish the job. Humbled by his sincere kindness, I told him I would have to charge the batteries before he could do that. Hmmm...where did I put the battery and charger? The hunt was on, but NOT with the help of the Golden noses in the house!

I looked literally high and low throughout the house, garages and shed. I thought back to last fall when I squirreled them away (That reference was for Don S. with love.) to a place where they would be safe and easily accessible in the spring...RIGHT! I looked in the logical places, the illogical spots and a few in-between. Then, I repeated that search again...looking in the same spots in case I missed something. In the back of my mind, I was thinking that this was a real waste of my life, but I was determined to find them!

What is it about a lost item? We, at least I, can't give up the search easily. I ruminate, rack my brain, chastise myself and continue looking throughout all that brainwork! I took an hour or so off and then went right back to the search. I was possessed!

When I finally found them (tucked above some cookbooks in the laundry room), you would have thought I won the lottery! I literally hooted and hollered, to the delight of my Goldens (Show AND Field) and actually did a little dance. My husband hurried over to see if everything was OK and I tried to explain the blissful feeling of discovery...it was lost on the sweet man.

Finding something that has been misplaced, remembering a name that has fallen into the cracks of memory and remembering a word that has eluded my vocabulary brings me such joy and relief. Now, if I could just remember where I put the weed-whipper, life would be a beautiful thing! Perhaps this time, I will enlist Gus's nose!