Anyone know a private investigator?

Not since Kristi over at http://www.notquitewhatihadplanned.blogspot.com/ lost her all important notebook has there been an emergency quite on this level. My dustpan is missing! I know in the big picture a dustpan isn't important, but this wasn't any dustpan. Many years ago I took care of a woman who was young and due to a disease had lost her ability to walk. She was very bitter and took it out on her caregivers. She demanded to be lifted in and out of bed, the shower, the wheelchair, the car over and over. When I hurt my back after she demanded to be taken shopping, to the cemetery to visit her mother and then in the shower and back in the car just for a ride in one 4 hour shift I found my dustpan. It had a 3 foot extension on the handle so you could pick stuff up without too much bending over. I found it, of all places, at the dollar store. The dollar store no longer carries these dustpans and I really really pink puffy heart my dustpan. I always kept it right beside the kitchen door where it was mostly used. In the last few months I moved it outside the kitchen door into the garage because one of my puppies decided to save me some time and doing his business in the dustpan. Now its missing and I don't know where it could have gotten to. I just open the garage door and sweep it all out in the garage. My husband will figure that one out in a few days and he will make it a point to find my dustpan.

On a little lighter note...I just bleached my entire kitchen floor to try to get my puppies to understand it isn't an outhouse. I never realized how much the smell of bleach in a kitchen reminded me of my grandma. I had the best grandma in the world. She was exactly what my idea of a grandma was. She lived on a farm and never learned to drive. She raised 9 kids, 6 of whom became teachers. The other 3 did other wonderful things with their lives. Grandma had a lifelong love of books and learning and she never quit. She went to area schools once a week and read to kids. I had the privilege of driving her to schools and actually helping her a little when she started a library in a small area school that didn't have one. She never talked bad about anyone. She taught my adult Sunday school class. She made homemade bread for everyone in her family every couple of weeks. She hosted Christmas eve for our entire family (usually 50 or 60 at least) every year. You could tell grandma anything and she wouldn't judge or offer unwanted advice. She would listen. She always made you feel better when things weren't going well. She knew I loved peppermints and many times had one in her pocket for me when I visited or took her to read. She kept cookies in her freezer and would always get a few out to thaw when you showed up at her door. I almost forgot where I was going with this one. Grandma kept bleach by her sink and always put a little in her dish water and always mopped with a little bleach in her water. My kitchen smells like hers always did, at least until the puppies get loose in there again.
I was looking through my computer earlier for a picture of Grandma and realized that when my computer screwed up a few months ago I lost them all. The man who worked on my computer saved all my pictures in my documents folder but all my pictures of grandma were in emails family members had sent me. I still have plenty of regular pictures but I would so have loved to show you what my Grandma looked like. Is anyone reading this? Tell me about your grandmother.......