Last night we took Darlene and Xena to the vet to be microchipped. My ex used to think it was sort of a conspiracy and would never have it done.

I'm just glad that if the girls ever get out, we'll have a better chance of their return.
I've heard the stories of the chips migrating in their bodies, but hope it isn't true. Blue was upset, as he didn't go to the vet with us. We lured him into the back yard and hurried the girls into the back of the station wagon. He was looking in through the glass door with the silliest expression on his face. His ears were up like bat ears. Blue clearly thought he lost out on a greyt trip.
The day before the 3 hounds went with us to a greyhound picnic/reunion. They probably thought this trip would be a greyt treat. Actually, it was for Darlene. She's so bouncy that she just loves going anywhere that has people who will pat her on the head.
Darlene did her usual, putting her paws on the front desk, looking for attention and dog treats.