Missing Dog

Last Wednesday was such a tiring day. I had to wake up early in the morning for my gym class. Good thing though, my organic chemistry class was cancelled (to think that was the day before our final exam). So I got to go home earlier than my usual time. Then in the afternoon my new laptop arrived, and of course I had to unpack it then set it up. As expected, I was so ecstatic. Just like a kid who received her first bike (or what not). But too bad for me though, I wasn’t able to set up the internet connection correctly, that’s why I had to leave it lying in my bed for a while and put aside my excitement. Afterwards, my mom was bugging me to help her with her resume (yeah, she‘s been jobless for the past two months). But we didn’t have the right application software to work on her “elegant” resume along with an impressive cover letter, so we went to our community library to use their second rate computers. Gee.. Wow.. Could that be any worse? First, it took us more than an hour to finish a single document, plus the uneasiness that comes along of just being with my mom. Finally, after 56 years we’re done (though we barely finished the cover letter). Oh, and yeah, 3 pages of printed paper cost us 45 cents. What a rip-off. It’s a public library. Apparently, those services should be rendered free. Anyway, while we driving on our way back home, I saw a doggie on the curb side of the road. He was wandering all by himself, without a collar on his neck. I think he was a terrier breed with white fur and brown spots on its back. I wondered if he was lost or something. Then I suddenly remembered that there was a missing dog poster in our street, and the missing dog in there resembles the dog that I just saw. So I told my mom, then we drove to the site where I first saw the poster. My mom called the contact person, and told him (he sounds like a lonely old man) that we think we might have seen his missing dog on the poster (though we were not really sure), and directed him at the exact location. Just to make sure that was really the missing dog, we decided to back and check him out. After missing a couple of streets, we finally saw the dog.. With his owner! Haha! It wasn’t the missing dog after all.. We got the chance to talk to the owner, and he said that terrier breeds usually look alike. So, yeah, that was our bad. A case of mistaken identity. Lol. But it was fun though. I didn’t know my mom has that soft spot with animals (knowing that she‘s allergic to their furs, and hates their stinky butts), going through all that trouble just to bring back the alleged “lost” dog to his owners. Nonetheless, it was a good feeling to know that she can be that nice, maybe not most of the time with me, but to others at least (in this case, a lower being).. And even if we didn’t get the reward allotted for finding the lost doggie, I think that simple experience itself made me realize some things.. That this is just a portion of good things that my mom is capable of doing, no matter how small it may be. Finally, for the missing dog, I hope that they find him soon..