Wishing I could be in Montreux.
"Awoof ruf raroof raouf raruff wuff wraroof woof woof; arf-arf gruff garoof raoof— awuff woof woof grumph aruff. Raroof aroo!"
"Aruff raouf wuff woof awuff woof woof awuff wuff woof"
(Thanks! That graying, golden-age stuff is my secret— I have calmed down enough to stay still for my photographic assistant…)
"Awruff awoof rarouf ruff woof woofwoof awoof"
(I am sorry about your Corgi— I hope, as a lookalike, that my pictures can make you feel better!)
"Aruff awoof, garoom ruff woof woof!"
(Thanks! Cheese is a good thing to get too…)
(Thank you so much!)
"Aruff woof woof woof woof!"
(That is the one! I think I mentioned it in the tags. I, too, am happy you found this blog, especially if you have visited one of the objects that I “balanced”!)
"Aroof woof woof wuff woof woof"
(First, I am so sorry about Calvin’s health. I have a few lumps —benign— due to my old age, and worry about them quite a bit also. It’s especially hard, as we older Corgis have mellowed out into wiser, sweeter versions of the usual low-altitude dog; the only worthwhile advice I can give you is to make the best of every moment, and do take pictures!)