The Chronicles of Zippy
We were on the beach at Tahoe this morning, as the sun came over the trees. Unbeknownst to us at the time, we apparently managed to walk in a prism:
I guess even the beach was dressed up in fall colors. (That’s not snow on the ground, just frost.)
Our folks like to get us to walk fast so that we get some real exercise. We have other ideas.
Why should we speed past all this wonderful smelling stuff? Some of it is down deep in the grass. We must investigate!
People just don’t know what they’re missing.
Over the weekend, I went to the Corgi Faire. This is where lots of Corgis get together, hang out and play goofy games. Here I am hanging out.
Here is a whole group of Corgis hanging out. What is a group of Corgis called? A gaggle?
Or a google?
Yes, dear fellow, the Corgi Faire can be very exciting!
I am particularly amused by the behavior of my folks at such events. They seem to lose all sense of decorum and can be heard saying such rude things as “Hey, look at the pants on that one!”
Of course, it does help that they are surrounded by people who understand that they are talking about dog rumps. And those were some fine pants.
I was having a fun day at the park, running around in true Corgi style. I heard a little voice say, “Look, daddy, a bunny!”
I did not have to turn around to see that she was pointing at me.
