Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Woof!

I used to want one of those dog tags they sometimes advertise in the back of bike magazines. Seemed like a good idea to have my name and my wife's phone number so that 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:

daveIT said...

Doggie style, baby! Let me know if you want to ride after work someday.

fatguyonalittlebike said...

Love it! Kids are so literal. They're hilarious.

Pete said...

That is fabulous. I can totally see one of my kids doing the same thing.

61north said...

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.

Tim said...

That's where mine came from, 61. I have the blue star.

Gilby said...

That was so sweet of her!