Tuesdays With Tag - Workin' For A Livin'...

 Hi, Everybody!

Shorry my mouth ish full, but you've caught me workin'. Thish is

how I shpend mosht of my Mondayzh around here. Workin' my 

little Corgi feet to the bonezh. I'm being worked to death, I tell ya!

 Man! Itsh really hard to talk with shtuff in my mouth, but I learned

not to shpit shtuff out when I'm fetchin' or workin'. Itsh a rule.

Hurry up, Dad! I can't shtand here all day, ya know!

 Thatsh better. I'll lead the way.

 Once we get to the end of the driveway, I alwayzh have to

wait right here 'til Dad (or Mom) call me down to the shtreet.

(They check firsht to make sure there aren't carzh comin'.)

 Shee? I jusht got the command. I have to ansher.

 Then, I take my bottle to Dad so it can be recycled with the rest of 'em.

 Nope. I'm not done yet. I have to wait while we check to see if 

there's any mail to take back up to the house. I always help.

 Mom and Dad told me that onesh I learned to fetch, I would be able to

do lotsh of helpful thingzh around the ranch. They weren't kiddin' either.

 Recyclin' and bringin' in the mail, and that'sh not all. They keep

me busy runnin' shtuff back and forth in the housh, too.

 

 Thish Corgi doeshn't get to lollygag around. I work for a livin'.

Well, at the very leasht, I work for my breakfasht and dinner!

Thanks for hangin' out with me again today. I'll be back next week.

'til then...

"More Waggin' and Less Barkin'!"