You found what?
I had to get into the crawl space under my office this weekend. It reminded me of the last time anyone was in there.
A few years ago, we had some workers re-insulating our old home including that space. These same workers had worked on our basement a year earlier, and got to know our old beagle, Louisa Mae. Although she was sick and barely mobile, she managed to drag herself down the stairs and get into their food at least once a day. Soon after the basement was complete and the workers were gone, she passed away.
Fast forward a year to their work in the crawl space. Once day they were wrapping up and I asked how things were in that cramped, dirty, spider infested space.
"It's ok," said the main guy in slightly broken English. "I find your dog."
I looked at him quizzically and shook my head. Our new dog, Wilson, was upstairs in his kennel while they worked. Seeing my confusion, he waved me over to his big garbage bag and said, "See, I find your dog."
He pointed to a possum skeleton.
I tried to explain what happened to Louie and that skeleton was a possum, but he just smiled and shook his head.
If you asked him today, I think he's still convinced that I lost her in the crawl space.
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