My furiend @foxmandu_corgi’s mommy was holding a treat. We were being extorted! We were subjected to performing cheap tricks just for a delicious bit of dried salmon! It’s down right cruel! *forgets all about it as I eat said treat*
What do you mean, you’re going to work? Your Outlook calendar says that you have a 0600-1430 “snuggle at home with Lili” appointment today. It looks like you’re just going to have to reschedule! Clearly, this takes priority.
#tbt to Lilikoi’s business retreat to Deception Pass, Washington, where she was stunned to find our profit margins on the return on investment on balls thrown was 100 percent!
As I lay, chin resting on the threshold that leads to a world I hardly know, I ponder the sheer vastness of the existence beyond, and am paralyzed by the sheer vastness of it all. Who am I, a corgi of flesh and stumps, to receive the divine privilege of the canine experience? To be bestowed with a consciousness that allows me to take in the extraordinary wonders and beauty of a life so pure and breathtaking, surrounded by nature both infinitely complex, and simply elegant. Indeed, these stumps may not be long, nor my digits opposably pawed, but my grasp on what it truly means to corg would be insufficient regardless. For all my ponderings, I am no closer to God. No, only through experience, through the adrenaline fueled rush of a rousing game of fetch, or the sublime bliss of a good post-feeding belly rub do we truly experience the holy.