Tag loves his toys. I try to keep them in a little basket, but he prefers that I keep them in a smaller container that doesn't require quite so much
effort on his part to pick out the one he wants to
play with mangle next.
Whenever I try to take a picture of him with one of his toys, this is usually what I get... face-full of Corgi. (Yeah. That's nice Tag. How 'bout you back up just a tad?)
This Nylabone™ is huge and actually heavy for him to lug around, but he really loves it. He drags the darn thing all over the place and gnaws on it like he's a wolf puppy rather than the Corgi he is. Good thing it's not a real bone (which we
never give our dogs for their own safety) because he'd have destroyed it by now.
Then there's his "Wanna play?" pose. This is what I get
after he's poked me in the leg with said toy about three times. This teeny Kong™ toy was a gift from his Border Collie friend, Cassie. I think it reminds him of her and that's why he likes it so much. They had a grand time together.
You
knew I wouldn't leave out this week's "Disapproving Corgi" look, right? (There's at least one in every photo session.) This is his "Thanks, but I really don't like the Walmart kiddie picture pose." (Whatever.)
It's hard to tell how much he really likes this toy, which is hard rubber that he can squeak to distraction when he's chewing on it. (Did I say
hard rubber? I think so.)
Then, he saw this. He's been begging for one of his own ever since. The way I look at it, he's
walking all over me already. Do we think it's a good idea to let him
run over me, instead? I'm going to have to give this more consideration before I give in.
