So Saturday is suppose to be one of my free days, meaning that I'm not locked up in the kitchen with Duke all day long while everyone is at work. Uncle Gary is usually home on Saturdays, but since Christmas is near, he had to work, and so did Daddy and Mama. The evening started out okay when Uncle Gary fed us dinner because I got to eat up Susie's leftovers...she wasn't that hungry. Then Mama came by when she got off work and I was super excited.
The rollercoaster started when Daddy got off work and decided he wanted to save the Doggy World. Rather than pet me and love me like he normally does when he gets home, he walked in the house saying: "I need to find the homes to these two lost dogs...its so cold out." Uh um...what dogs and who do they think they are? They apparently had fancy owners that had an invisible fence because they were wearing fence shock collars and rabie vaccination tags, but no owners tag. The fence obviously didn't work and no owners tag?!?...their humans were not that smart...obviously. They were a white lab mix and an Airedale.
Daddy dragged Mama with him to take the two lost pooches to the local animal hospital to get them scanned since one of them had an Avid tag. Mama said they were doing their good deed just in case I ever got lost. (which would never happen since I ran all the way home when I was 4 months old when Mama accidently dropped the leash during a walk, but thats another story.) Mama told me that on the way there, the Airdale gave up her dinner in the car and it smelled awful and when they got to the vet, the microchipped scanned was not registered...again the lost pooches owned stupid humans. Mama and Daddy had to drive the dogs back home and try to find their owners. When they got back to the house, the Lab lost her dinner in the car, and Daddy had to clean up the mess again. While cleaning the car the second time, the two dogs ran away from Daddy and the whole night was a waste of time. Daddy felt sooo guilty and sad that he couldn't find the owners.
I later had to pay for the event by smelling a nasty Daddy, and being preached at all night for me to never take off running. I'm too smart for that, our house has too many treats and sqeaky toys. Daddy tried to save the day, but success evaded him. Anyways, the moral of the story is...make sure your tags have your human's name and phone number on them as well as REGISTER YOUR MICROCHIPS! Don't forget that a stranger do not talk Dogish, Dognese, Dogman, or any other dog language to get you back home!