Yesterday, on my weekly trek to my Weight Watchers meeting (stupid baby weight!), I got out of the car and was greeted by a beautiful black lab/pit mix who jumped up gave me lots of kisses. She had a bright purple collar on and no tags. This shopping center is on a very busy road next to the main artery into Houston and her owner was nowhere to be found. A landscaper said "sheee followed me all deee way from deee other side of deee highway". Being my mother's daughter, I decided I was going to find this dog's owner. I threw the lab in the back of the 4Runner, grabbed Maddie, weighed in (up 1.6 lbs! ugh! must have been that Blue Bell cookies and cream ice cream), weighed Maddie (she's at 17lbs now, up 3.5 from the last dr. visit! yay!), skipped the meeting, and went off to find this lovely dog's owners.
I drove around deee other side of deee highway to see if anyone was looking for her, but I saw no one. So I drove towards home. I called our vet to see if they could scan her for a microchip and they said they could. My dogs have microchips and many dogs do, but I figured if this gal didn't even have tags, the likelyhood of her having a microchip was slim to none. The vet tech reiterated this to me as well. But lo and behold, she had one!! The vet told me that she had never seen this happen before. I had to take the pup home, so I left her in the garage and she and Kona and Chula "talked" to one another through the door. Ugh.
After nearly an hour on the phone to various agencies trying to find the address and phone number associated with her microchip, I finally got a call from a nice pizza delivery man named Lee who was missing his dog, Chloe. In the end, Lee and Chloe were reunited and I got even more kisses from a very happy dog, but not from the pizza guy. That would have been weird.

The moral of this story is MICROCHIP YOUR PETS!!!!!