I was looking for my digital camera yesterday and just couldn't find it
anywhere. The last time I remember absolutely having it for sure was
Saturday at my daughter's. So I called her, asking if I had left it there,
but having a feeling I didn't. Sure enough, my daughter remembers
specifically telling me to take it, and watching me pick it up and put it in
my tote. A check of the car, under seats and all, and still no camera.
So I started looking in my house. Now, I'm the kind of girl who doesn't put
stuff away. I have my stuff all over the house, and I know where it all is.
My husband claims it's just messy but I know better. My mild OCD makes me
put stuff in the same place, everytime. I KNOW where mostly everything in
my house is, even my husband's stuff. It bothers the hell out of me if he
puts something "away". I like my stuff close to hand, and in the same place
each time.

Worrying about my camera bothered me most of the evening. I called my
daughter twice asking if she had found the camera. I thought maybe I had
left it in the baby grand's bedroom where we had taken pictures of the new
guinea pigs. But no.
So I worried, and fretted. I thought about the videos of Kiba on the memory
card. And the picture of him sunbathing that was just perfect. I thought
about having to replace the camera and the spare memory cards that were in
the little leather case with it. I worried while I played a computer game
later that night.

While I played, and worried, I heard a "thunk". I looked over, and there,
not three feet from me, is my camera in its black leather case. In the
middle of the floor, Kiba laying a few feet away. I couldn't believe my
eyes. I picked it up. Yup, it was real. Now this part is embarrassing: I
didn't think of Kiba right at that second. My mind flashed on telekinesis,
or miracle or whatever other weird **** your mind does when weird ****
happens.
Realizing how stupid that was, I started to wonder: how did he A: Get the
camera, B: Where has it been? C: Why did he give it back to me, just like
that, when I thinking of it so hard?

I examined the case for teeth marks, thinking he might have kept it as a
chew toy. Not a mark on it. It didn't even look like it had been in his
mouth. I'm pretty sure that the camera must have been in the little tote
bag that I keep for travelling back and forth to the mainland. In it are
poop bags, dog treats, clickers and sometimes a plastic container of
kibbles, if I'm going to be gone all day. I put my book and bottle of
water in there too. So I can only surmise that Kiba stole the camera out of
the bag (leaving the container of cookies!?) and hid it somewhere. Then,
for some reason clear only to his doggie mind, decided to give it back,
right at the time I was thinking of it.

I'm still kind of in shock about it. I'm almost willing to believe it
simply appeared there on the floor because I wanted it so badly.
--
Phyrie
Kiba the Cav's Pics:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/phyrie/...758930/detail/

"Phyrie" wrote

[Magically reappearing camera]

I'm still kind of in shock about it. I'm almost willing to believe it
simply appeared there on the floor because I wanted it so badly.

Is there a canine hammerspace too? I know from experience that feline
hammerspace exists.
;-)

--
Bob
http://www.kanyak.com