Rose pointed out that Polly's tags were missing. Rose had taken Bronka (see Bronkasblog.blogspot.com) to town so wasn't on our adventure. So, I saddled up (got a dry parka) and hustled up to the county park again. A mile from here, the elk gang was skulking along the highway in the bushes. Kind of a greyish umber color with what looked like black hoods on, fitting. Must be the "babies" camouflage.
Halfway round, past the high point, the wayward tags were laying on the paved path. I had prayed for help and sure enough, God delivered me (those tags cost a couple of bucks each and there are three. Home Again, Rabies and Polly's name (and phone number).
The dogs snubbed me when I left (I went solo, they looked bushed) but there was a big celebration with much jubilation on returning. Woof!
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