I'm SO frustrated

A couple of years ago, my sister-in-law next door more or less permenantly loaned me a Fuminator to use on Sadie, who was a pretty bad shedder.  I used it on her regularly for awhile, then got lazy about it and thought, "I may as well put this up for now."  
I now have a dog whose shedding makes Sadie look, in retrospect, like an amateur.  I need that Furminator.
But I've forgotten where I stored it.  
Here's what's strange:  I distinctly recall thinking to myself when I moved it from its spot in the kitchen, "Are you sure you'll remember where you're putting this?"  
So why can't I remember where I put it?  
It's doubly exasperating because it isn't mine to lose, for pete's sake.  
I know I didn't throw it away, but I spent over an hour today looking in closets and boxes and in drawers and on shelves.  I extended my search to the garage.  No luck whatsoever.  

In other news, the peaches will soon be ripe.  They're already developing a nice blush.  I'm afraid that limb that's so loaded with peaches will break; we've already lost two limbs, and those peaches get heavier every day.  I've done my spraying this year, so hopefully I won't lose so much of my crops to worms.  Last year I was eating peaches on August 1.