kengr

I had to go bail Tim out of the pound tonight. He just *won't* wear his collar all the time, but he keeps forgetting to check the calendar to see when the full moon is.

Thank god for implanted Pet ID chips. I remember the old days when a were would get picked up and have to deal with being naked with a bunch of dogs when moonset came...

At least now they can scan and stick them in a different pen. And have a robe or something for when they change back.

Anyway, there I was zipping along on a story that I'd *finally* got past a block on. And the phone rings. As soon as I saw the caller ID, I just *knew* it had to be Tim. Again.

It was. So I saved the file and called a cab. Then I dug a collar and leash out of the toy bag. They went into my shoulder bag.

There were the usual hassles once I got there. Paying the fines. Paying for the food he'd eaten (of *course* he was ravenous, changing takes energy and if I know him, he'd not eaten since lunch). Listening to the inevitable lecture about him not wearing his collar.

They'd have lectured him, but when he's not ready for the change he tends to wind up kind of dumb in wolf form. So as his "emergency contact" in the file they lectured me.

Fortunately, they cut it short. Seems they had truck load of suspected weres on the way in. First night is pretty chaotic in a big city like Portland.

So they let him out and I put the collar and leash on him. Then I called another cab to take us home.

I got lucky and a friend who drives cab was both on duty and available. Anti-discrimination laws or no, most cabbies won't let you take a changed were. I can't blame them given that some aren't housebroken very well.

I swear I'm going to get his collar tomorrow and lock it on him.

Hmmm... come to think of it, if I use the padded cuffs from the toy bag, I can chain him up and he'll still be stuck when he changes back.

Well, I've got to go. He *owes* me and I'm feeling like playing with the "doggy". :-)

(no, I'm not crazy. It's all(