Tuesdays With Tag - A Dog's Life...

Hi, everybody!

I'm sure you've heard the term "A Dog's Life" before.

Now that it's gettin' warm around south Florida again, I thought we

should revisit my favorite part of this dog's life...my daily pool time!!

Every afternoon now, I bug Mom or Dad until someone finally gets the

message to head to the pool with me. Unlike Fezzik who I'm told didn't 

mind going swimmin' on his own, I prefer the company of my "peeps".

Before I can go in the water, there's the mandatory Mad Dash around the

 pool...two laps minimum. I gotta run as fast as I can and get jazzed to jump!

When I get a really good "lean" on the curves, Dad calls me his "Racin' 

Pig". He says that's how the racin' pigs in the State Fair races make turns!

So I run and run like a fool until my tongue hangs out...

and Dad or Mom start to laugh and then...

BAM! I jump in the pool and jump off the edge of the shelf.

You gotta give me points for style, right?

I don't need one of those goofy life vests either. 

I've got the dog paddle down to an art.

I can swim super fast when I need to keep up with Dad, too!

(It's just another one of my super corgi powers. hee hee)

Finally, there's my fine form exitin' the pool to start all over again.

I think it's a really good thing we don't have a divin' board. 

I might be an Olympic Corgi then!

I know. I got it rough. Reeeeeal rough. 

Actually, I know what a Lucky Dog I really am.

I want to tell you somethin' serious before I close this week.

A few of you have asked how my brother, Trip is doing.

I thought you might appreciate an update.

This is Trip from last summer. 

Trip's leg is healin' and so are his abrasions. That's all really

great news, but there's one thing that I'm a little worried about.

Because of his head injury from the accident, and the dangerous amount 

of anesthesia he received while in the emergency clinic, he's deaf right now.

Mom, Dad and I are prayin' that this is only a temporary condition and that 

his hearing will come back again when he's healed. My Aunt Marion is so sad 

thinkin' that he might never hear her voice or other sounds again. 

We would like to ask all of you to say a little prayer that he heals completely, 

including his hearing. I want him to be able to hear me barkin' my skull 

off next time we frap and play around at his house in Michigan together.

We believe in the power of prayer and just know that all our prayers can help.
Thanks.

I'll be back next week with more adventures and I'll update more about

my brother as I get news. 'til then, please give your pets an extra hug and

remember...

"More Waggin' and Less Barkin'!"