My daughter called her grandmother with a funny story of a friend of a friend of a friend (who knows, could be an urban legend). Grandmother told friends an hour later and within days the whole city seemed to think that it was my daughter who was the main character in the story. Grandmother ceased to correct the story. Everywhere she is going people are coming up to her telling how funny the story about her granddaughter is. Even Pops is being approached before Rotary meetings to laugh about the tale. Being the fourth generation of a young western state, she knows a ton of people personally or by sixth degree. Even the weekly paper called to verify the facts... a horror to my daughter who imagines what will happen when she is googled by future employers. We are hoping grandmother straightened the story out in the press.
The story supposedly was about a girl in Boston who house sat for a family, arriving after the family had left on vacation. Upon her arrival, she discovered that the medium-sized dog was dead. The girl called the family and was so upset to deliver the bad news. The family asked her to take the dead dog to the family vet. She stuffed the dog in a plastic sack and then into a suitcase. Along the way a seemingly nice man offered to help her with the luggage, punched her out and ran off with the suitcase. She felt horrible having to call the people to tell them they not only had lost their dog, but now also the nice suitcase she had used.
Hahaha. Funny if it isn't you, right? Here's the original story, maybe.
11/13/08 update: The Dead Dog Story Goes Visual