Tuesdays With Tag - I'm Baaaack...

Hi, Everybody!!!

I'm back from Sarasota after my tooth surgery.

Mom took a picture of me with all almost all my favorite girls at the vet's office. 

Miss Andrea is missin' and man, I feel bad about that. She is sooo sweet to me. She shoulda been in the picture, but she was on the phone takin' care of another patient's mom or dad. When Kessie was still around, she even took her home the night after her surgery (for eatin' ROCKS) to make sure she was ok when the clinic was closed. We really love her! 

The lady on the end (wearin' pink) is Miss Barb. She's the lady who called Mom when they rescued Ceri (remember that little Corgi that we took to live in Minnesota?). Together, Miss Barb and Mom made sure Ceri had a comfy place to land...and a lovin', forever home. She helps other homeless pets, too. 

All the ladies chirp and cuddle me when I go to visit them, and they all take really good care of me when I have to have stuff done. They're the best!

But my very, most favorite, wonderful...and pretty...lady of everyone at the vet's office is Dr. Stephanie (Lantry).  She's the bestest vet ever...and she's a Wisconsin girl, too! (Mom and Dad like that.) She's such a good vetn'ry that I look just as good and perky after my surgery. Even better, maybe! I mean, I don't have a broken tooth anymore, do I?

Actually, I got Mom to take a picture of it, but she said I couldn't put it in my post today. She said is as "gross". Hey! I'm a dog...and a boy! We love gross stuff. In fact, the gross-er, the better! She still wouldn't let me use it. Sorry. It was gonna be cool. I mean, like "dead frog" cool!

I am on antibionix and antiflamations and another horse-size-huge pill, but you'd be surprised how easy they go down with a little peanut butter (creamy, of course). I'm also havin' to eat canned (blech) food for two weeks until my stitches heal. It reminds me of cat food! Now, THAT'S gross! Don't worry, though. I'm sure I'll be able to choke it down. I won't even wait 'til I'm dyin' of hungry!

Time for me to run. I got lots of healin' to do. Mom, Dad and I are goin' on an adventure today. I can't tell you about it until next week, but I promise you're gonna bet really surprised! You better come back to find out.

One more thing...

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everybody!

Don't drink too much green beer.

and

Happy 14th Anniversary 

 to Son #2 and our daughter-in-law.

We love you like bacon!

I'll see you in seven. 'til then...

"Keep Your Nose To The Wind 

and The Sunshine On Your Tail."

My Mind Is On Other Things Today...

Image by Mary Sparrow Smith -Hanging The Moon Fine Art  (not Tag)

I'm on my way out the door early this morning. Remember, Tag has a vet appointment to have his cracked tooth removed. Prayers, good thoughts and best wishes would be appreciated.

I trust Dr. Stephanie implicitely, but you know how I worry about procedures since Fezzik. I'll be staying up in Sarasota until I can bring him home with me.

Every part of The Bia Bag is prepped and ready for assembly. I cut all the pieces on Saturday and then fused and sewed all the components during the day yesterday. The lining pieces are all in one row, and all the exterior pieces in another.

It's not as large as I thought it would be. It really is a handbag, rather than a tote, but it's still going to be a nice size when it's finished. (It will measure approximately 10" tall x 8" wide.) The wallets I've been making will fit inside this bag, too. That was part of the plan.

I would have completed it last night, but I spent the evening attending a fabulous jazz concert instead. (Handsome on the drum kit, of course!) I'll get the handbag done when I get back home with my boy. He'll be back to tell you all about it tomorrow.
If you like the Corgi image and would like to see more of Mary's art, CLICK HERE.

Tuesdays With Tag - Uh, Oh...

 Hi, Everybody!

Well, guess where I spent yesterday mornin'.

Yep. The vetn'ry's office. Mom took me to the Animal Medical Clinic
of Gulf Gate. That's where my doctor is, so that's where we go.

Here, I spent the last two weeks takin' care of Mom, and now she needs
to run to Sarasota to take care of me. It's just one reason why I love my Mom!

 I know she's comin'. I can hear her on the other side of the door.

 "Hey, Dr. Stephanie. Did you know what that tech did?"

"Let's just say I didn't appreciate bein' attacked from behind!"

"Have I told you how good you smell?" 

"I'm really glad to see you. Mom said you need to check out my tooth."

She was mighty thorough. After checkin' my mouth, she made her diagnosis...

I've got a cracked tooth. The big back one.

See that dark line that runs from my gums to the edge of my tooth?

That whole section of my tooth is loose and is sorta like a flap. It's gotta go.

The technical term is that I have a "slab fracture" in that molar. Dang!

Mom and Dr. Stephanie talked a long time and decided the best thing is to

just yank that thing out. No crown or falsie for me. I actually think it will 

make me look kinda tough. The teeth in front and behind it are ok. Only

that one is bad...and the only thing we can think is that I got a little too

aggressive with my formerly-huge, now-destroyed Nylabone. I don't chew

on anything else. I just love me those Nylabones. Dad says I'm cut off now.

I guess I can't really blame him. It's a good thing I've got insurance!

My appointment is scheduled for first thing next Monday mornin'. Great.

Just great. Guess I'll be a real charmer next Tuesday. I'll tell you all about

it when you come back to visit. I'm not promisin' to be too chatty, though.

We'll have to just wait and see how I'm feelin'. I guess I won't be chewin'

much between now and then, either. I'm gonna baby this tooth until Monday.

I'm just glad it doesn't show in my glamour shots. I'll still be a handsome boy!

Gotta run for now. 

I'll see you in seven. 'til then...

"Keep Your Nose To The Wind 

and The Sunshine On Your Tail."

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!"

Tuesdays With Tag - My Favorite Doctor...

Hi, Guys! Tag here.

Can you even believe that this is my last post for July?

Where has the summer gone?

I know I've been a busy corgi, but golly...

 Today I'd like to introduce you to 

my very own, personal veterinarian.

Her name is Dr. Stephanie Lantry and she

owns a practice (Animal Medical Clinic of Gulf Gate)
 in Sarasota, Florida.

Mom told me that I needed to see her last Friday.

Something about booster shots. Huh?

Anyway,  when we got to the doctor's office Mom put me up on the 

exam table, which was nice and cool on my feet!

Dr. Stephanie said (in the sweetest voice)

"Ok, Tag. Time to check you out."
I think she sounds like Snow White when she talks to me.

(In fact, I actually think she looks like Snow White, too!)

 She leaned over to check out my muscular legs and
I leaned in for my usual, killer Prince Charming move...

I smooched her on her cheek!

She smelled great, and before I knew it I got a little carried away.

 I went into full "Wet Willy" mode!

It's my secret "Make-the-girls-giggle" move and it works every time.
They love it when I kiss their ears!

Dr. Stephanie couldn't help but laugh out loud,

and then she told Mom that I'm a real Lover Boy.

(heh, heh, heh!)

She was so smitten that she asked Mom to bring me back in three weeks.

When I got my shots Dr. Stephanie said I was a real Big Boy now. 

(I didn't even yelp!) but I guess I need to have another one that
I never got when I was little. I think it's just an excuse for her to see me again.

Either way, it's cool with me. 

I'll get a chance to see my sweet Snow White again!

Maybe Mom will take more photos for my album!

I've got a busy week ahead and I'll see you again next week.

'til then,

"More SWIMMIN', and Less Barkin'!"

(I think Fezzie would like my new signature, don't you?)