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About a week and a half ago, me and my family and two friends were driving back from a family reunion / funeral / vacation. We go home through Canada. Anyway.
It's either a sixteen hour straight drive or a two day drive, so we usually stop for the night in Mattawa - no exception this time, either. We get up and get our early start and it's about six hours down the road that my friend suddenly realizes she left a stuffed dog (his name is Ru* >_>;) in the hotel. Technically, I think it's my dog. She bought it, but she gave it to me, and mostly it lives with me. At the same time, we kind of share him.
* Ru is partially named after an original character of mine. He - the character - was the first thing I thought of when I saw the dog and then was unable to get it out of my head. To avoid confusion, I refer to the dog as Ru-Puppy most of the time.
Whatever, it was way too late to turn around and get the thing, so I called the hotel when we got home later that evening. According to the guy there, they had found the dog. He said they could mail it back using the address used to pay for the rooms (that being Mom's) and billing and such.
Still haven't seen the dog.
Mom, since it is her name in the address and all, decided to call them again today. The person she talked to had no idea about any of it, and when Mom checked online, she hadn't been charged for shipping yet. So apparently he's lost.
I have no idea how to break the news that Ru might be lost. I mean, she feels bad enough about bringing him into the room and then leaving him there in the first place. ..."Break the news?" It's like someone died or something.
It's kind of immature and all - I mean, it's just a stuffed dog - but at the same time I'm worried about him. It. Whatever.
...Possibly the mail system just hates me, because I was supposed to be getting my DVD set back something like a month ago, but I don't think the person who has it has even mailed it yet. If they have sent it, then it's probably not ever going to show up here, as it would have done so by now. ...That's irritating. I don't want to have to get a new one again.
It's either a sixteen hour straight drive or a two day drive, so we usually stop for the night in Mattawa - no exception this time, either. We get up and get our early start and it's about six hours down the road that my friend suddenly realizes she left a stuffed dog (his name is Ru* >_>;) in the hotel. Technically, I think it's my dog. She bought it, but she gave it to me, and mostly it lives with me. At the same time, we kind of share him.
* Ru is partially named after an original character of mine. He - the character - was the first thing I thought of when I saw the dog and then was unable to get it out of my head. To avoid confusion, I refer to the dog as Ru-Puppy most of the time.
Whatever, it was way too late to turn around and get the thing, so I called the hotel when we got home later that evening. According to the guy there, they had found the dog. He said they could mail it back using the address used to pay for the rooms (that being Mom's) and billing and such.
Still haven't seen the dog.
Mom, since it is her name in the address and all, decided to call them again today. The person she talked to had no idea about any of it, and when Mom checked online, she hadn't been charged for shipping yet. So apparently he's lost.
I have no idea how to break the news that Ru might be lost. I mean, she feels bad enough about bringing him into the room and then leaving him there in the first place. ..."Break the news?" It's like someone died or something.
It's kind of immature and all - I mean, it's just a stuffed dog - but at the same time I'm worried about him. It. Whatever.
...Possibly the mail system just hates me, because I was supposed to be getting my DVD set back something like a month ago, but I don't think the person who has it has even mailed it yet. If they have sent it, then it's probably not ever going to show up here, as it would have done so by now. ...That's irritating. I don't want to have to get a new one again.
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