The first time my ID was returned to me, a very nice 10 year-old boy, who makes a habit of skate-boarding in the streets of our neighborhood, came by the house and brought my tag back. I guess I lost it on one of my walks with the feeder. I have to confess that sometimes those walks get a bit hectic - when I am lurching to catch the errant squirrel or perhaps another uppity dog. Then the tag flies off.
After the last loss and return, I vowed to be more careful in the future. But then, I lost the *&4% tag again!
This time it came back in the MAIL, in a real envelope with a stamp, addressed to me! I was thrilled. It was the first time I got snail mail. Life is so EXCITING!!!!
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