So we left at 9:15 pm on Friday night, we took my car, which has no cruise control, but at least it had a full tank of gas. Called the ‘rents, told them we were on our way, and proceeded to spend the next 5 hours talking about anything and nothing at all, which is rare—we hardly ever have an opportunity to talk for hours on end, so if nothing else comes out of this, at least we got to do that.
We got to san jose around 2:30 am, my mother had already made up the inflatable mattress in my old room with lots of blankets since jozjozjoz gets a frozen nose if the room dips below 70 degrees, but we had to re-inflate the sucker since the plug popped out. But no matter, we were soon snoring away.
My parents had very good intentions about the whole “find Rusty” thing, but he’s really MY dog. My dad said he’d post signs and walk around the neighborhood, but he works full time and so by Saturday, had only the opportunity to post a sign on the tree in front of our house. And they didn’t really think that we needed to go to san jose to do all the stuff, but again, he’s MY dog.
Saturday morning we printed out the flyer and went to make copies, buy a staple gun (cuz you know, i can’t have a project and not have a new tool to make the job that much more fun!) and a tape gun, and began the slow process of posting flyers all over the neighborhood. I think we papered over 150 light posts/signal posts/telephone posts and stuffed over 250 mailboxes.
Jozjozjoz, being the more social of the two of us (or the one who can approach a complete stranger and not become catatonic over it) talked to a lot of my parents’ neighbors, store managers, and regular people and wasn’t phased by the rudeness of 14 year old boys, crazy homeowners against ‘solicitors’ and those people who haven’t seen your dog, but who will tell you of every other dog they’ve seen in the neighborhood over the last three years.
My method, by the way, of approaching a stranger’s door:
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