My New Tag
Today I become a (young) man.
Until this day, I was wearing – with intense pride – the tag of mum’s last Airedale Terrier, the one, the only, the man, the myth, the legend, Bogart Handsome Devil. It made sense – the contact information was the same, and it was a custom tag made just for Bogart which he wore until he passed away. So it was passed on to me. No complaints.
But I needed my own. A tag that screamed “me”. A tag with my name on it. And it had to be unique, I’m not like other dogs so I can’t have just any tag.
And voila. Today it arrived. And mum presented it to me and put it onto my collar (which was also Bogart’s collar, but I’m more than happy to keep wearing that in his honor).
I think it looks super spiffy. And kind of looks like my goofy mug too.