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.
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.
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