Hey folks, it’s me. Toby!
What’s a guy gotta do to get a little publicity around here? Besides battling the next door neighbors to keep my brother Tucker safe (that’s him at my side, looking a skitch camera shy), spending a week in the hospital recovering my health and hunkiness, coming home to a big box of toys and treats, and a harvesting a heap of Christmas cards.
Heck, I’ve done all that. A year ago. Can you believe it? It’s enough to make a guy’s satellites swivel, listening to the whoosh of that many days racing by. And yes, I made it look easy, because that’s what tough guys do, before they ride off solo into the sunset. Am I wrong?
We’ve all seen the movies. I stand ten gallon tall, don’t let the short legs fool you. Complete and total optical illusion. Gentlemen don’t take credit for everything, but if you ask me … well, I’ll let the facts speak for themselves. No need to ask me.
Do I smell cheese? That’s the important question.
I’ve got a sweet life away from the public eye nowadays. Fetching, rolling in snow, playing with Tucker. Word on the rug is that people I don’t know — lots of ’em — want to know how I am. Me and Tucker, too.
In a word? Swell! Life nowadays is swell. It’s a low profile life, but good. I rode off in a brave blaze of glory (so they say), but boy howdy, that was EXHAUSTING! I played the fame game, but life at home with my family is really the Big To-Do. The bee’s knees. Not that I would know what a bee’s knees taste like.
We’ve got the life of Riley here. Not sure exactly who this Riley fellow is, but if his life is anywhere near as good as Ritz crackers, sign us up!
Needless to say, our Thanksgiving this year was a lot quieter than last year, when I was laid up in the hospital. And so many of you, Daily Corgi readers, you were the heroes who helped my folks pay the bills for my stay in that joint. Heroes hang together, everybody knows, and thank doG for that.
In Corgi Nation, we are livin’ good in the neighborhood!
As legend has it, I charmed the ladies at the hospital (naturally), but it was no picnic basket in that place. Still, they (and you) saved my life. Picnic or no, that’s something we don’t forget. In our own quiet way (excluding the barking that MUST be done), we are just living out the happy ending that came out out of nowhere last year.
My philosophy? Mostly, life is grand. Sometimes it’s a burr in the fur. And every now and then you get a dinner of wet Turducken dog food, kibble and Thanksgiving turkey. After vittles like that (and plenty of ’em), it’s hard to stay awake.
Between the house full of company (requiring supervision) and the food — the glorious food! — we were fit to sleep it all off, by day’s end. So we did, Tucker and me. Friday was the Great Corgi Sleep In of 2014 at our place. Football on the TV or no, sometimes a dog’s gotta snooze.
And snooze some more.
In fact, I believe I feel a snooze coming on right about now. It’s been bright under this spotlight. Gotta rest the peepers.
Over and out, compadres! Enjoy your holidays and Corgi On!
Love and biscuits,
Toby (and Tucker, because he’s publicity shy).