Hey Corgi Nation! I’m your Gal Thursday. How goes your day? Is it BARKY enough yet?
Right up front, no — I’m not embarrassed to tell you I’m a smarty pants. Yep, consider those beans spilled. I’m half Corgi, half miniature Aussie and ALL adorable. With a side of brilliant.
Some things are obvious and need no pointing out, but I like to hear myself talk. So bark, barkity bark, and barkity boo, too.
I am good at lots of things, but my favorite way to punch the clock is lying in wait for varmints. Sheriff of Squirreltown, at your service! I lay in the dirt in my yard or wait on the porch in stealth mode, then BAM! I’m bouncing off trees and the fence (which I can nearly clear) until those pesky devils go. They are lucky I’m so nice; otherwise they’d feel the snap of my choppers on their flea-ridden cabooses.
Speaking of barkiness (weren’t we?), I protect (she says “embarrass”) my Mom by barking at any strange man I see. Methinks the lady doth protest too much. That same doggie-can-do spirit makes me an excellent rounder-upper of kids and babies.
Does anybody mess with my people when I’m around?
What do YOU think?
All of this tends to put me at the center of attention, but a little attention never hurt anybody. And a LOT of it sure feels nice. The spotlight looks pretty good on me, as it happens. Mom’s pals joke about dog-napping me a lot.
So I keep an eye on them too, naturally.
I get up to fun in more ways than one, my friends. I’m a water baby, for one! I can sneeze on command, blow air out of my nose (what does “hilarious” mean, by the way?), and I know how to shake-shake-shake my whole body (including these here fabuloso Corgi britches) all at once.
Because a simple paw shake just isn’t enough to impress nowadays, don’tcha know.
Mom says I’m the best dog she’s have ever had. Well she’s the best hu-Mom I’ve ever had! So we’re even.