Tabby Tattletale Tuesday

What a week!

I have forgiven my woofie pal Grete for hijacking my Tuesday last week. 

This past weekend when we sent our mom out to get cat food, the mission turned critical.  When mom was driving down the road, traffic slowed and she saw that people were slowing because there was an adorable Scottish Terrier crossing the road.  By himself.  No human with him. 

Mom knew immediately that did not make any sense so she pulled over into a parking lot and asked the little woofie where the heck he was going.  He looked at mom and he had no good answer.  Mom asked him if she could pick him up and he said sure.  Mom quickly put him in her car, away from traffic so she could get her ::cough:: reading glasses out to read his tags.

This was one lucky woofie!  Not only was he sweet enough to let mom handle him, he had a collar and tags...with both his name and address.  His name was Bender so mom was able to address him by name.  He also had tags that said he was microchipped.

Well, with an address...it took mom all of 5 minutes to get this woofie back home to his bewildered owner who had started asking neighbors about his lost woofie.  Seems someone opened a gate and off he went!   This little guy had not only took off from safety of his home, he had left the neighborhood, crossed a busy street and was heading toward the next town!

So...disaster avoided.  Not only for the sweet woofie, but for me as well.  Could you imagine what would have happened if the woofie had no collar, no tags, no microchip?  He could have ended up here!  With me!

::shudder::

So let that be a lesson to all of us.  I know I wear a tag...and I was hissed off when mom had the v-e-t inject that  microchip in me...but now I understand that it could be my ticket home should I ever wander off my deck.

And the really good news is that mom remembered to carry on with her original mission and brought home our cat food.  I could have starved.