paramedics would know who to call if I ran into a tree or got taken out by some dumbass in a Hummer.Unlike my son, my daughter's still young enough to listen when I speak, so she paid attention when I casually mentioned a time or two that, one of these days, I should order a dog tag.
So she bought me one.
She went to the grocery store with her mom and noticed one of those vending machines that will engrave a little metal plate with your pet's information. Dad wants a dog tag, Dad gets a dog tag.
Not exactly what I had in mind, but it works.
Fortunately, it's not shaped like a bone.
6 comments:
Doggie style, baby! Let me know if you want to ride after work someday.
Love it! Kids are so literal. They're hilarious.
That is fabulous. I can totally see one of my kids doing the same thing.
I almost bought myself one of those from the machine at Fred Meyer. Not exactly the same thing as the ones sold in the bike magazines, but much more convenient. Maybe I'll get the doggie bone shape just for fun.
That's where mine came from, 61. I have the blue star.
That was so sweet of her!
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