Hello, sorry I have been quite lazy and not keeping this blog updated (as with my previous blogs...)
I have been passing by this primary school near where I live en route to the bus stop. Sometimes there's this little curly fluffy dog being tied to the pole with a red leash, possibly by one of the school children's parents. As a massive dog lover of course, I always stop by and give the fluffy fella a stroke or two.
This morning tho, I had (or rather *think* I had) make a break through - the glorious sun finally shone light onto the dog's tag and it reads 'I am chipped'.
I was flipping delighted. For months I have been left in the mysterious dark as I could not figure out the dog's name nor read it off the dog tag. It was the moment. It really was.
So I kept calling the dog 'Chipped! Chipped, awww Chipped!'. Hmm. Weird. The dog didn't quite respond to that. I wondered why.
After a prolonged stroking session a man pushing a little girl in a pram approached me and said 'Oh hello! He is a bit smelly, he needs a bath soon *points towards the dog with his chin*.'
'Hi! I have been seeing him around for months! Glad to finally know his name is Chipped!' I said, excitedly.
'Oh his name is not Chipped!! His name is Monty! I put "I am chipped" there to prevent anyone from taking him away!'
God. It was embarrassing. I am a moron.
