Fig has been with us for six months, and since then, this once-neglected Shih Tzu has accrued a crate, two beds, several bowls, countless toys, a red chair he shares with Mikey, and cute, personalized, possibly cursed dog tags.
Who Let the Dogs Out
I went to the usual big-box online haunts and did not see anything worth paying to ship. On a whim, I tried Etsy and discovered pages of affordable options. I got a chuckle out of the who let the dogs out tag by The Salty Hut tag but debated the purchase. While funny, the Baha Men reference invited trouble. What if I put this tag on Fig and he someone got out? For a split second, I convinced myself the tags were cursed. Then I admired the earthy swirls of orange, mustard, and peach with that little zap of aqua. “Superstition is for Pisces!” I shouted as I clicked Pay-Now. I put it on him on a Monday.
Pawsitive Energy
Fig and Maggie got out. Nico was in the backyard working on a project and did not close the gate well. You have to fiddle with the gate to close it, and it can look secure when it is not. I am grateful that Maggie and Fig were content to sit at the driveway’s end and greet passersby. I am very grateful that my neighbor spotted them on her way home from a walk. No, I do not think Fig’s tag manifested his break out. I bought Maggie a Pawsitive Energy tag, and in the same week, she stole Fig’s food and barked at a leaf.
My neighbor knew a text would not be enough, so she called and shared all the amusing details of Maggie and Fig’s grand adventure. That lead to a conversation about the estate sale she spotted on her walk. I locked Maggie and Fig securely inside the house and checked the outside gate twice. Thirty minutes later, I was bargaining with a lovely woman on the price of Fig’s red chair–the one that matches the earthy swirls of his cute, personalized, possibly cursed (but not really) dog tags.
Thanks for posting to Stories about these. I like reading your blog, but no longer use a feed reader. I’d never catch them otherwise.
Dogs can give you angina, right? Luckily they’re cute.
I had a couple of people ask me to do this, and I thought it was a great idea. :) Once I’m up to tackling Instagram again, I’ll hop on with more regularity. Right now, though, I need a break and the break is freeing up time (like magic!) to write again. Funny how that works!
My Pip got out last week. He’d been ringing his bell to tell us he needed to go out and my mom told him to wait a minute while she got something out of her car. His needs were more urgent than he let on because as soon as she opened the back door he pushed past her and ran out. Both of our gates have been out of commission for a while [old wood no longer holding screws; we’re planning to get a new fence/gates next year], so he ran right out into the driveway. My mom said by the time she got around our fence she saw him squatting in the front tree lawn. I’d finally made it outside when she got to the corner and told him to come to her. Whenever he’s gotten out he’s always just run the route we take to go on a walk, and when we catch up to him he comes right to us to be picked up [as opposed to really running away and dodging people like I’ve seen when others’ dogs get out], so I’ve always felt that it means he loves us and likes being in our home. Evidently your pups love you and your home more than my Pip loves us and ours.