Stop losing your dog tags

I know that I am a pretty active dog and I get a lot of freedom when it comes to gallivanting around, but there is no way that I can be the only dog that has experienced the problem of losing my dog license and identification tags. It is easy to lose them. The collar they are attached to might break; or even more likely, the cheaply made, thin wire rings that they provide with the tags get stretched and the tags start falling off. Since I have lost my dog tags twice in recent months, baddog decided it was time to take measures to ensure this does not happen again.

As was mentioned a few months ago, I got lost in Indiana one evening. Needless to say, I was reunited with baddog and the next day he went to a local pet store and had an additional identification tag made for me. This is all well and good, but if the tag does not stay on me, they do not do a lot of good. I think we have come up with the ideal solution.

Dog tag starter kit

Collars, Tags and Tie Wraps


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The Night I Got Lost

Since I am a well-traveled dog, it is my intent to provide you with some handy travel tips so you can bring your dog with you on long trips. I can tell you that I had a blast going to crazy wild places like the Badlands or Lake Tahoe to name a couple. We had a couple weird situations come up on our cross country trip, so this will be an opportunity for you to learn from our mistakes.

The original intent of our road trip was for baddog (my pack leader) to take his girlfriend [Tanya] back to Indiana, then him and I would drive home together. We decided we would stay a few days in Indiana. Our first night there I was out in the front yard when a very loud firework went off. I had never heard anything like that and ran like the wind. I did not know where I was or where I was going, but I was getting there fast.

Indiana is not like home. At night time it is dark, really dark. Within minutes, I was lost and had no idea where I was or where I should be. I had no choice but to find someone with an open door and introduce myself. They looked at the phone number on my collar, but got a disconnect recording for some reason. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever see home again. Luckily, Tanya’s dad lived across the street from the house I walked into and he had been out in the street looking for me. The owner of the house put two and two together and I was soon reunited with baddog.
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