The Chronicles of Zippy
Here is the next big thing for lazy people.
It is a fake dog that sleeps. That’s it. It sleeps. And it takes batteries because it looks like it’s breathing. What fun.
Man, I have been trying way too hard.
Whatcha cookin’? Whatcha cookin’?
Whatcha cookin’? Whatcha cookin’? Whatcha cookin’? Whatcha cookin’? Huh? Whatcha cookin’? Whatcha cookin’?
Today was the biggest social event of the year! The Corgi Faire!
One must meet-and-greet.
Corgi rumps come in many varieties. Here is an Innie.
And an Outie.
A nub.
A knob.
And a delightful tail.
Here are some pictures from the costume contest. A daisy field:
Alice's White Rabbit:
And all hail Napoleon:
I did not win the cookie-eating contest, but there is no shame in being a runner-up.
Today we went to the nearest big town to walk around and be tourist dogs.
We must just be adorable, because at least six different people told our folks how cute we are. I like it when they tell us that directly. Those people are rewarded with dog slobber on their pant legs.
One man appeared to be afraid of us. Of us! We thought it unwise to offer him pants slobber.
Good morning!
I know it doesn’t look like it, but I am really quite comfortable.
