Criminey! Another stupid evening!
Lost Ruby’s dog collar whilst circumnavigating the park, a journey that takes about an hour. Ugh!!
Her nylon collar has her name and phone number, so if by some (highly unlikely!!) miracle, she’s found by someone who cares, they may call me and let me retrieve her. Most people in these parts won’t: they’ll just steal the dog. But at least this gives you an outside chance of getting your pooch back.
So I get home and fart around and fart around..and…eventually…what should come up but the “lost” collar. Dork with it. Kinda get if fixed. But realize tomorrow we’ve gotta go up to the PetSmart and buy some new ID stuff.
Goodie. I can hardly wait.
We hike and we hike through the darkening dusk, dodging vehicles and other people’s dogs. Finally get home.
No, I can NOT find another collar (there should be two or three around here!!!) with her name and phone number. So yes, tomorrow we have to dork with an expensive trip to the pet store. Yay!