Earlier this week I found a 1912 Barber dime. As is my routine, I come home, clean my silvers in soap and water and then dry them and put them in 2x2's with their year, date I found them and location written in pen. I left this dime on the island in the kitchen. Well, my girlfriend came over tonight and was looking at it when Buddy, my dog, snatched it from her hand and proceeded to run off with it. By the time I caught up with the dog and pried the 2x2 from his vice grip, alligator type jars, the dime was gone. So, I guess tomorrow my etrac will be finding that Barber again, in much more 'difficult' ground.
The guilty party.
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