Up bright and early this morning to spring Ductile out of prison. She was looking a bit sheepish in her cage. The vet said it would be a good idea for her to have a collar with her name and my phone number on it, and I said yes, it would, and then she charged me $100 for keeping her overnight. I hope they put a mint on her pillow.
Called in at the local pet shop on the way home and bought a collar and had a tag attached, with Ductile’s name and my phone number on it. I put it on her, much to her disgust, and set her free. Hopefully that will stop others being so helpful in future.
Arrived at work late of course and the first person I bumped into was Susan. She said that when she had suggested I model myself on successful men, she hadn’t meant including the farting part. That was all the mentoring I got from her this week. Good advice, though.
Ductile was waiting for me on the front step when I arrived home tonight, minus her collar. I should have called her Houdini. Back to the pet shop to get another one, for another $60, but an elastic one this time without a clasp. Let’s see her get out of that.