Pembroke Welsh Corgi

 

 
 

A day in the life of "Lizzie" 

 
 

Throw the ball. Throw the ball. Come on throw the – YES! Run! I run as fast as I can, swerving past the other pooches and their owners to get to the ball. Success! I’ve won the game. I lift my head high and proudly show off my fluoro green prize and trot back to my person.

‘Alright Lizzie, let’s go home,’ my human says, giving me a small pat behind the ears.

Home. The place with the food and the pillows and the windows to the outside. I follow my owner back to the car, making sure to say hello to everyone on the way back. Every. Single. One.

What a day! So many ball throws and friends to romp with, and it’s only 8am. I wait patiently for my human to help me into the car, and when I’m all strapped in we’re off. I pant with excitement as the movement jolts me around, and bark at every passing car.

The trip ends all too soon and with a quick jump, I’m out and into the home, lapping up my water after the morning adventures. My owner returns from the bedroom in clothes ready to wear for the long-away time and I jump onto the big chair overlooking the outside.

My eyes droop as the human locks the door behind them, and by the time the car is out of the driveway, I’m asleep, dreaming of the ball.

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