Dog tag

My Dad asked if I could get the battery in his watch replaced as it had stopped working. So I headed to the local supermarket where they had a key cutting kiosk to get it sorted. While I was there, I got Bert a new dog tag.

His old one kept falling off and was rather small. So I went for a bigger version. One where you don’t need a microscope to read the telephone number!

I’m not sure how impressed he was with the bone shape, but he was very impressed with the treats he got from the supermarket. He carried one of his bones round most of the afternoon. Each to their own…

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