He's pretty. He had a nice breakfast. He's out for his Sunday morning stroll.
This is one of his favorite neighborhood yards. It's got good grass.
He's stalling for time here. Although I call it a 'stroll', I'm pretty sure he thought of it as a death march.
He's just putting on a smile for his public. He was really quite cranky.
But he enjoyed the cool grass, which he rolled in. Grass rolling is his favorite thing to do, besides eating and thinking about eating and napping....
Re-oriented himself and had a bit of a yawn.
Checked to see if anybody was checking him out.....
And then we resumed the drag... I mean the death march... I mean the Sunday morning stroll.....
LOL I can relate. and there is also that sniffing they so want to do incessantly. No wonder they have a weight problem; they don't like walking, would rather meander down the path
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Lord, but that is a pretty boy. He's like one of those frat boys that doesn't need to worry about grades, because he's pretty. He could be a spokesCorgi...
ReplyDeleteFinn says: "Aunt M! Come and save me from all the forced exercise!!!"
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