I don't like my new Oura Ring, I love it. But it gives my humans far too much information about what I've been up to. I overheard them looking at the data and commenting about my step count. Neither of them recall taking me for a long walk, but I covered some distance last Sunday night! Truth be told, Larry, my labrador friend, came around with his unique"'eau de dead crow", which he wanted me to get a good sniff at. I know I'm a pedigree, but come on, girls, who can resist a fella with a delicious smell? So there was nothing for it but to slip out my dog flap and stroll across the fields.
We stopped several times so he could admire my ring, and the time passed without me realising it. It is common when you're with a nice bloke, eh? He is kinda cute, but the odour was the big attraction, of course. If I could talk human, I'm sure Mrs Owner would understand. Who knows, perhaps she reads my blog!
Anyway, while examining my ring for the last time that night, Larry commented that there was a white patch of skin underneath it, and my tail was beginning to bulge on either side of it. It turns out I had the wrong size ring.
The good news is those friendly people at Oura offer a size replacement at no charge. So Monday morning, the DHL man came and collected the smaller one, and by Friday this week, the new one had arrived; excellent customer service, Oura. I must remember to send them one of the bones I have buried in the garden as a thank you.
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