The Chronicles of Zippy
There is a new video game coming out called “Nintendogs.” This version includes a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. My folks want to get it.
But I don’t think anybody with a real Corgi should get one. Play with your real dog.
On the other hand, maybe this would give my folks enough of a puppy fix that they wouldn’t get a real puppy.
You know what? My folks are too old to be playing with video games. So there.
I got a washin’ a couple of days ago.
I am not a big fan of getting a bath. I don’t like getting hoisted into the tub, I don’t like getting all wet and soapy, I don’t like getting rinsed and I really don’t like getting hoisted back out of the tub.
My folks tell me how pretty and clean I am, but I am too busy shaking the water off (and I am shaking so hard I knock myself off my feet) to listen.
I was cooler than I was before, but also a lot madder.
Then my folks thought it would be good to take us to the mountains to really get cool, so in between jumping in the lake, walking on the beach and digging holes in the dirt at the campsite, we are at least ten times filthier (yay!) than before we got a washin’ (which makes me fear that another looms).
