Our dog is called Bady. He’s a little devil in our family. We’ve got him when he was three. Today it’s a senior dog but still with puppy mind.
When he was afraid of anything, just ran away, sometimes we could catch him on our streets, sometime we needed to go to dog shelter to pick him up. Every time he fled home, someone always advised “give him a name plate or something with a phone number”. Since that he wore the name plate every time, but when he crossed the fences, that name plate fall down.
Now he is 13 and we decided to get him new leather dog collar with engraved phone number made. Paradox is that since this moment he never fled away.