I don't have any Corgiage yet, but I do have these photos of Flat George in Yuma, Arizona when my sister and I stopped for breakfast on Saturday morning: (See him way down there at the base of the bush?)
I guess it is a tradition to sit in the wooden rocking chairs on the front porch of Cracker Barrel restaurants if they are busy and you have to wait for a table to clear. We wanted FG to have the whole experience, so we let him sit in one of the chairs for a bit.
He really wanted to check out the cactus--he said they don't grow in the UK where he lives. He was careful not to back up too close to this one:
It's good that Flat George is so well-behaved and it's good that we visited Phoenix in the winter time, because once we got to my niece's house we were so excited to see the birthday boy and his little sister (and their parents, too, of course) that I forgot all about Flat George until this morning when we started home. Thank goodness the car hadn't heated up too much and thank goodness he is really well house-broken! I feel bad that he missed out on the birthday party--it isn't every day that someone visiting from the UK can help an American boy celebrate his 8th birthday.
On the way home, I wanted to take his picture with one of the Homeland Security or Border Patrol officers at one of the checkpoints we crossed, but then I remembered we didn't have his passport and they might have asked for it. (Really, the line of cars was just too long!)
We had a great time and Flat George got to see another part of the US.
And, it is nice to be home!