Tuesdays With Tag - Nothin' Serious...

Hi, Everybody!

Hope you don't mind if I don't get up today.

This is my favorite hangout these days (unless I'm sleepin' under 

Mom's sewin' chair). I'm here 'cuz I'm a little under the weather, too.
I saw my comfy bed,  just moseyed over and flopped right down.

Dad put this towel over the bars in the front of my kennel because he thought
I might like a cushion for my chin. The towel also works great for hiding!

Before you get your undies in a bunch, let me tell you what's what. I'm takin' meds 

right now because I'm limpin' on my left, front leg. Seems I overanimated a muscle 

in my front leg. How the heck did that happen? One day I'm a healthy, masculine

Corgi specimen, and then next, I need a cane or somethin'. What's up with that?

Gratuitous Corgi paws/legs photograph

This picture doesn't really show anythin', but Mom wanted to capture a shot 

of my super cute feet. She said they smell like Fritos. (Mom's weird that way.)

My wonderful, personal health advisor, Dr. Stephanie, said I musta pulled a

muscle - either frappin' in the house and yard - or gettin' in and outta the pool.

  Do ya feel sorry for me yet? Do you need my address to send treats? (Goin' for the huge "sympathy presents" trick. Bahahahaha!)   I'd love to show you how I chased around the livin' room today...but I didn't. Mom and Dad are keepin' me on a short leash. No more frappin' unless I'm healed. Darn it! That's no fun!!!   I guess I'd just better get out my book, "Training Your Mom and Dad", relax  and commit a few lessons about "Gettin' Treats On Command" to memory. Mom sure has a lot to learn!   Anyway...'til next week, "Wag Like Ya Mean It!"