As some of you may remember, we own the Best Dog in the World.
And because we love Homer so much, we thought he was lonely, so we got him a friend.
Now this new dog is a Work-in-Progress, and we are at the moment going through a round of
Ah, she was such an adorable puppy. But her teenage months were filled with digging, chewing, destroying, acting out and generally being hard to live with. Like most teenagers.
She is getting better. Slowly. But she still has one annoying habit we haven't been able to break her of.
She takes Homer's collar off. In their daily wrestling matches, she grabs hold of his collar and tugs it right off his head.
And of course, then I have to find it, because a dog can't go around without his collar and identification tags, right?
Well, one day, I could not find Homer's black collar. But it was old anyway, and the tags were hard to read, so after a day or two of searching Every. Square. Inch. of the yard (did she bury it?) I broke down and bought Homer a Brand New Blue Collar. Like this:
and I sprung for some new tags with Homer's name on them, and he looked spiffy. Almost like a young dog again. Plus, we'd be able to find this collar easily if Penny took it off his head.
So, of course, after I spent close to twenty dollars on a new collar for Homer, guess what mysteriously turns up on the concrete right outside of our garage?
Great, I thought (not quite understanding how it got there.) But I put it in the cupboard to use for a spare, in case the new blue collar mysteriously disappeared. Which it did, the very next day!!
So I put the old black collar, with the old tags back on Homer, and this is the routine we follow, day in and day out - find Homer without collar, look for collar, put collar back on.
Sidenote: The new twenty dollar blue collar (including identification tags) has never been found . . .