When Joshua picked up an old couch at a garage sale, he thought he was just scoring a budget-friendly piece of furniture for his garage. But everything changed when his dog discovered a hidden package tucked inside the cushions…
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Just a few weeks back, I decided to give my garage a small makeover. I’d been slowly converting it into a simple guest room—nothing fancy, just a cozy space where friends or family could stay.
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“Alright, alright,” I muttered, grabbing a knife.
“Let’s see what’s got you so worked up.”
I made a small cut in the area Wasabi had been attacking, my hands trembling as I peeled back the fabric.
And there it was.
Bundles of cash.
Holy…” I whispered, staring at the wads of bills stuffed inside the couch. My heart raced as I pulled out stack after stack, laying them on the floor.
By the time I was done, there was over $20,000 sitting in front of me.
Wasabi barked triumphantly, wagging his tail like he’d just won the lottery.
“Good job, buddy,” I said, ruffling his fur
