Jingle jangle jingle jangle. It is a sound every dog knows. The sound of our tags clinking together. I have avoided this annoyance most of my life. My parents never found a reason for me to wear my tags. They were attached to my leash so when I went out I was legal. But I didn’t have to wear them inside.
That darn Internet betrayed me. Mommy started reading story after story about dogs who disappeared, some from their home. And then she decided to have us chipped.
The chipping wasn’t bad although I hated going to the vet. I figured once I was chipped I would never have to listen to those tags. But then Mommy got something in the mail from the Chipping company. It was a tag. Why does a company that makes chips to track dogs have to send out tags? Isn’t the entire point of chipping to avoid tags?
This must have been a deal made with Bag Tag. Big Tag was losing business and made the Chippers give out tags. And since the Chippers are all powerful in keeping us dogs safe our humans believe if the Chipper sent them then we ought to wear them.
I still had one chance. My Dad’s inability to put the big tag on that little ring and then getting the little ring on my harness.
It took him several tries, lots of swearing, and even a little blood but he got the tag on the rings and then the rings on our harnesses
And know wherever we go jingle jangle jangle jingle. Holy heck it is enough to make my little head explode. I move, I hear the sound, I stop, I wonder what the sound is, I move and the sound starts again. So I am chipped and tagged like wearing a belt and suspenders but only if the belt and suspender jingled and jangled and jangled and jingled. If that happened with humans then men would walk around with their pants on the ground. (Why they still do that I haven’t a clue.)
So if you head jingle jangle jangle jingle don’t be alarmed. It is just Pocket and River Song. Two victims of Big Tag