Identify lost dogs: The other reason your dog selfies come in handy
The pet pics to help you identify your dog in an emergency
“Is it vain to have a selfie of yourself on your smartphone?” a user asked on the social media platform Blkem.
I shook my head, immediately remembering why I was so relieved that I did in fact keep a photograph of me and my dog on my smartphone’s lock screen and home screen. If not for that smartphone pic to prove my dog was actually mine, I may have gotten into a fight at Target. Why? Someone threatened to call Animal Control.
Here’s what happened.
I needed to make a run to get a Target pickup order. My dog, who has become my shorter shadow, started yelping and whining the millisecond she saw me grab my backpack. She knew what that meant. I’d be gone for a while, and she wanted to tag along. Unlike a few other times when I ran into the retail store, picked up my items at the front counter and was out of there in a matter of minutes, this pickup was during the evening hours and it was starting to lightly snow.
I wasn’t super comfortable with leashing her outside while I went into the store. But minus her high-pitched yelping the first 60 seconds of me walking away, she was pretty chill outside and patiently waited by the window until I came down the escalator again. I waved. She moved from sitting to standing position, and we went on our way back home.
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This time, though, there was a problem at the store.
It turns out that part of my order went to another Target location while the other half was at this store. When my order came out, some items were missing. I didn’t have time to figure out what went wrong. I just beelined to a couple of store aisles to buy the missing items and decided I’d cancel the other order during my return walk. My luck couldn’t get any worse. What started out as a couple of people in line turned into at least eight people in front of me on my walk back, and oddly, the self-checkout cashier finding a reason to be in my way twice at the register and again as I zoomed downstairs to get to my dog.
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Relieved at my dog patiently waiting, I smiled at how cute she looked, snapped a photo of her (pictured above), fluffed her head and unleashed her. She hopped along a couple of times and barked a hello, and we headed away from the store.
“IS THAT YOUR DOG?!” a male voice asked behind me.