I'm always alone on our mid-week Corgi walks. Alone meaning no other humans. Although the occasional car is driven by on the parkway, it's the Corgis, the Canada Geese, the flyover from a Hawk and sometimes a rabbit and me...yapping away.
Hence "Sounds of a Corgi Walk""Joe, Joe, JOEY!"
"You're such a good boy Jack"
"Joe, Joe, No! Stop!"
"Joe, grrrrr."
"Joe, get over here. Joe. JOEY!"
"Hi Buddy. Why is your brother so bad?"
"Joe, Joe, come, DON'T EAT THAT!"
"Joe, come, come."
"Joe you're a mess. Where'd you get that dirt on your nose from?"
"Hi Jacky."
"Joe, COME ON."
"Joe, sigh."
Could a walk with Corgis be any other way. Unless you smell like you've been dipped in a vat of stew, they would rather do their own thing!
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