Step aside, Iditarod. We are CORG-DITAROD!
Twice the distance, half the legs.
Uhmmm, I meant to do that.
Snowblower on stubs, at your service.
It’s good to be me. Very, very good.
This frosted face? Majestic, I know.
Joe Cool? That would be me.
I thought I smelled yellow snow!
This whole thing chaps my butt.
This is MY Corgloo, buster. Scram.