
Then we tried to make sure he was always on a leash. This lead to one broken ankle, seven eaten, ripped or destroyed leashes, and a lot of howling. When I finally stopped howling, I stumbled upon a genius solution. I logged onto a website and ordered that naughty dog a collar with his name and my number stitched into it. Genius.

This is what he looks like with his new collar on.
Yeah.
You can't see it.
Not at all.
But I know it's there.
And that makes me smile.
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