Oops, Aunt Pat just told me I had a microchip placed yesterday. It's so I can be returned to Daddy and Aunt Pat in case something happens and I get separated from them. I have slipped out of my collar a couple of times, once in the Vet's office with Aunt Pat, and once with Daddy on a walk. I usually stay right by them, but who knows, I may see something I want to chase after and I might not be able to find my way home right away. That's a very scary thought, so I'm glad I have this. But, I thought I was getting real chips! I thought those biskees I got during my visit to the Vet tasted familiar. I was told they were chips. Darn! Guess I'll have to beg Daddy for some the next time he eats them. Aunt Pat put a cool new yellow tag on my collar.
Chloe was a little upset that she didn't get to go with us. She already has a microchip. She was also upset that the neighbors didn't take her golfing with them. Aunt Pat heard Chloe barking in the living room and when she got out there, the only thing Aunt Pat saw was a set of golf clubs in the neighbors driveway. Aunt Pat thinks Chloe was barking at the people who had been around the car and had probably gone into the garage. I'm not so sure about that. Daddy and Aunt Pat like baseball and football, and Aunt Pat will watch a hockey game once in a while, but they aren't golf fans. It's not far-fetched to think Chloe isn't a golf fan either. She's a very discerning canine.
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Good for you Heidi... wouldn't want to see you get lost... Stop eating Aunt Pat's garden.
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