I can't talk right now. It is time for my nightly rub down.
I went to the vet school today and had my stitches out. But they discovered I had been licking part of my wound. So I have to keep my collar on for ANOTHER WEEK!  And they weighed me. I gained half a pound. I guess my diet is not working so well. Not my fault. I don't have opposable thumbs so I am not opening cans of fud.

So I am going to snuggle with Dad until I get over my pout.

And oh, by the way. I checked the mail today. There was no mini-meatloaf. (big sigh)

Bassets Need Our Help: Notes from Cooper

No wonder bassets have such long ears - look at this picture! Apparently they wash them and then stretch them out so that they get longer and longer.

The Basset Rescue at Daphneyland needs help. They are behind on their bills and are taking care of bassets that have been surrendered, forgotten or discarded. Mum read about them in Yahoo News (you can read the story here) These are such tough economic times - I told Mum to take my November toy money and send it to the Rescue. Dozer said he wasn't saving anyone but himself but Dottie said she wanted to donate her treat money. Finally after Mum gave Dozer "the look" he caved in and donated his toy money too. Maybe you have a spare dollar or two that you can send along to these nice folks (click here)

Here are some more pictures

Look at this guy with his wheelchair - you go big guy!

How could we not send our toy and treat money to someone like this?

Come and get it!

Oh, this is the one that did it - basset love!

Messages De-Coded

Mango has left a new comment on your post "When You Care Enough to Send the Very Best - Dozer...":

Dozer,

Don't you worry. I can tell you are under stress. I know that "Cooper is not a poopy-head" is secret code for "Help! I am trapped with Cooper poopy-head and starving to death!" (Exactly! You are reading this correctly Mango!)

What is this sleeping on the bed only four nights? I think you have been in jail for totally 372 nights, right?  (Dad's been away on a trip to Seattle and that is the only time we get to have a pig pile on the bed. Otherwise we sleep on our own beds on Mum's side of the bed on the floor. I am sure the ASPCA would be interested in this!)

Slobbers, Mango

P.S. Momma says your mom is very silly and must love you a lot. Humph. Must be code for "keep that corgi skinny and behind bars" (I am pretty sure Mum is psycho and is using humor to deflect any inquiring minds from checking on me and my well being but yes, you de-coded the message about my incarceration and diet).

 

CARE packages may be sent to me in care of General Delivery, Philomath, Oregon. I will have Dottie walk down to the post office to pick up for me. Even though it is a one mile trip (round-trip) and she is deaf and blind, I cannot trust Cooper. I think he is a mole or a snitch, not sure which. If you send the mini-meatloafs, send extra ketchup please.

When You Care Enough to Send the Very Best - Dozer

Mum let me open my package from Emmitt this morning and I got a magic button with my picture on it! We read the note and then Mum took a picture for my blog and now we are discussing whether to hang my magic button on my collar or pin it to my cage. Thank you Emmitt and Melissa - you are so thoughtful during my time of confinement.

In an effort for full disclosure and transparency (that sounds grown-up doesn't it?) and because so many of you suggested I was perhaps exaggerating my desperate situation, Mum is making me share the following:

1. I am not starving to death. I am 4 pounds overweight and I cannot exercise right now. I get baby carrots for snackies and dog cookies twice a day, plus meals.

2. I am not locked in the cage most of the time. Mum lets me sit in her chair in the family room or on the floor in the art room. I only get locked up when the vacuum cleaner is on the prowl.

3. Cooper is not poopy-head and has been very nice to me during my surgery time. He slept by my cage when I came home so I would not be lonely.

4. I have gotten to sleep on the bed with Mum and Cooper four 4 nights.

5. My imagination tends to run wild and Mum says this can be most unbecoming.

I would like to say the above was made under extreme duress and does not necessarily reflect the true feelings of the corgi in question.

Now where the he** are my mini-meatloafs?

Sending Love to Juno the Dog

This is what I have been reduced to. Sitting under Mum's art table while she makes birthday cards for people at work. The most attention I can get is if her foot accidentally knocks against me and in my deep sadness I pretend she is petting me (big sigh) Well yes, I don't have my collar on but I have to wear it when Mum is out of the house and at night. And yes, I am not in my cage because Mum carried me into the art room. But that does not count. I am no longer the top dog, Cooper has muscled in again and jumps in Mum's lap on a moment's notice. (big sigh).

These were my happy days, when I was top dog and I got to sit on top of the old couch (may it rest in peace).  No, don't worry about me, I'll be fine. You just go ahead and run off and play in the dog park, or play tag in the living room. No one remembers the disabled and sick. Oh sure lots of nice comments right after my surgery and promises...but where are my mini-meatloafs? No where, that's where! Mum says I have package from Emmitt but I cannot open it until tomorrow morning because I have been such a whining mass of corgi tonight. Whatever.

 

Mum says that our new friend, Juno, is not well and makes me look like a goldbricker,whatever that is. Anyway, Mum read me Juno's blog and even though the old bat is usually wrong, this time she was right. Please go leave Juno a big bunch of love (you should have lots of it left over since you haven't sent any my way) and leave a note. Click here and leave a sloppy comment so he has something to read in his sick bed. I bet his Mum lets him eat in bed. Turn over your water bowl one time in Mum's bed and you're marked for life. But don't worry about me, you just go on and have fun. I'll just lie here under the art table.

In the Dog House - Dozer

I was feeling quite a bit frisky t his morning  because Mum let me sleep on the bed with her and Cooper. It was heavenly. I laid right next to her all night and listened to Coop snore like a train. That boy needs some nose surgery or something. I am sure they heard him in the next county.

So while Mum was in the shower, I grabbed one of Dad's shoes and did the whirly dance with it. Apparently that is a big "No-No". I determined this by the high pitched whine eminating from Mum's vocal cords.

I was sent back to solitary for chewing on Dad's shoe. I didn't actually chew on it, just a lot of slobber. Did Mum ever pause long enough to think perhaps I was washing Dad's shoe? No...just assumes the worse. Sheesh!