The Dog Ate My Diamond
My husband went shopping for the diamond for my engagement ring in the diamond district in New York. He and the diamond dealer were looking at stones, and the dealer kept picking them up with tweezers. Suddenly, the tweezers snapped together and the stone flew out of his grasp.
No one could find the diamond, and the entire office went into lockdown. They sealed all the doors and no one was allowed entrance or exit.
Finally, the jewelry dealer's daughter knocked on the door, and he was forced to let her in. Lucky thing he did, because she had found the stone just outside the door.
Just today I read a similar story, with a special twist. When George Kaufman went to work at his jewelry store, he brought his golden retriever along. He was looking at stones with a co-worker, when a large diamond flew off the table and the dog, Soli, wolfed it down.
All efforts to recover the stone from Soli's mouth failed, and George was forced to wait for nature to take its course. It did, and three days later, the $20,000 diamond was recovered.
Somehow, I think, had my husband not found our stone, the excuse, "the dog ate my diamond" wouldn't have quite worked outâ€¦ but it would have made a great story!
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