Thanksgiving takes a lot out of a Corgi. Guests to supervise, extra food to patrol for, the requisite barking to mark the occasion (canine equivalent of trumpeter’s fanfare) … it all just poops a dog out!
No wonder they need to sack out and recover. A little nap, a little college football, a little time to let down the guard and dream of leftovers …
Yes, it’s all fun and games, ’til somebody breaks out the Christmas costumes …
… and a CAMERA.
We are not amused.
Not in the least.
So Corgis in this neck of the woods hang on a Bark-a-Loungers resting and barking at the same time. Lilly is on her vantage point on the top of the chair responding to ANY noise from outside the house. I am NOT relaxing.