Oh, Panda!
Some of you know and some of you might not, but my little buddy Panda is actually named Bailey. I just call him Panda.
Which is probably pretty confusing for him. Luckily for me, I don’t care.
Ahahahahhaha. That was mean.
But a couple of months ago I said to myself, “Kerry. Why don’t you get that smelly little pile of fuzz a new name tag? Maybe he will be less confused!”
I don’t know if you’ve even used a pet-tag making machine before but they are really neat! And maybe you’re like, “Uhm, Kerry. You’re simple.” This may be the case. But if you aren’t finding joy in even the smallest things in life then what are you doing? You’re doing life wrong, that’s what you’re doing! And I just don’t have time to do it wrong.
Look how much happier he is!
Now, his new name tag was short lived. Only about 3 weeks. As it turns out, to change your pet’s name you have to get a new pet license from the town hall and update all of their medical records. Pfffft. No. So we had to switch back to the old tag. But for those 3 weeks, my Dad and I had a BLAST trying to see how long it would take my Mom to notice aha.
Next I’m going to get him one that says, “YOLO.” What would you change his name to?
