Video length: 60 seconds
Cost of toys to date: Thousands and thousands.
This is me looking up at Uncle Anthony who sprayed me with the hose. I tried to bite the hose and then I tried to bite the water and then I was all wet. I love water so it was a good time.
The pool is out! The pool is out! Mr. Fire Hydrant went for a swim, as did my green ball and my stuffed ball - which isn't supposed to get wet.
This is Cooper eating the grape hyacinth. He started with grass and then decided the flowers didn't taste so bad either.
Here he is taking a big bite out of something. I bet Mum would like it if he ate the dandelions.
Coop was getting tired but he kept on munching. He is out of practice over the long winter. He should really work up to this sort of thing.
This is Coop's lie down approach. He gets at eye-level with the plants.
Uh oh, Coop is getting tired but he keeps on munching.
Well, that's it then. The Coop has fallen asleep mid-chew. Shhh, we'll just let him sleep for a bit.
Meanwhile Dottie was rolling around the yard enjoying the sunshine. She fell yesterday and scared herself, but Mum said she is okay, just a little hesitant. So we aren't supposed to run around and confuse her unless we are outside and Mum is there. Whatever!
This is me and Dad on the porch swing. I still am not allowed to play fetch but we play ball where I catch the green ball in my mouth. Not as fun as fetch but better than nothing.
This is our vegetable garden. There are two kinds of lettuce on the left and peas and beans on the right.
Mum spent most of her time yelling at Cooper and me to get out of the dirt and to stop digging. Then she put this fencing up and zip-tied it so we can't get in. Where's the fun in that?
Here's Coop, all fresh from his nap. He is looking fondly at the vegetable patch and wondering when the lettuce will be ready for harvesting.
Coop really needs a haircut so he is going back to the groomer this week. Let's hope it goes a bit better this time around.
And this is Dottie, wishing you a good-night from our little corner of Oregon. We had a lovely day and we hope you did too. (Cooper made me say that - I was going to ask you to send me treats but Coop said that is not appropriate. Where I come from it is part and parcel of corgi'ness. Whatever.)
When I shed, I shed ALOT! I think Mum should make me something with all the fur I am discharging. A sweater might be nice. 
No, she's not dead, merely rolling around again. She does this whenever Mum pets her or gives her a neck rub. This is just embarressing on so many levels.
Mum got artsy again. I pointed out that Dottie looks like she only has one rear leg and folks will think she is strange. Cooper says I am wrong and Mum just rolled her eyes. What do they know?
This here is Cooper. He is doing his Elvis imitation - note the lip curl on the right. Mum thought this was a special picture because Cooper actually looked at the camera, a first.
Mum oooo'ed and ahhhh'ed over this picture. "What a handsome boy!" she kept saying. What? He's okay I guess.
Now onto ME! This is the terrible plastic noise-making ball which Mum fished out from under a living room chair. When it rolls or moves it sounds like a cow moo'ing. I got it in my teeth and started the dance of death.
Full frontal attack!
Action shot - note the movement!
I took the ball all over the living room, it refused to die!
This was getting harder. Who made this monstrosity?
Excuse me while I chew on this..
Dottie started out a bit bossy telling me where to stand and which was her good side (I thought they were all good).
I asked Dottie to look winsome (just because I like the word) and doesn't she look inviting? Yes indeed.
This is Dottie's 'over the shoulder Hollywood pose', kind of reminds you of Mae West.
Dottie pooped out on me after about 4 minutes. She said it is hard work being the Heidi Klum of the dog world. After she finishes her nap we will see if she can do some more shots.
Mum got her camera battery charged and all sort of mayhem started. First she got a hold of Dottie, poor thing. Dottie is used to having her picture taken so she did some posing (in anticipation of her new collar arriving from LindenDesigns. Dottie wants to send Joan some pictures to see if she can be a spokesdog or model for her).
This was Mum's attempt at being slightly artsy - note the black and white tones. Honestly, if I had enough money I would send Mum to school to learn how to take pictures.
This is Coop, who hates to have his picture taken pleading to be left alone. Note that Mum did trim his topknot so he does not look so much like a camel.
I call this one "JAWS". Scary, isn't it? We were playing 'Pig in a Blanket" (I had the starring role) and Mum rolled me with one hand and snapped with the other.
I call this last picture "FEED ME BEFORE I STARVE TO DEATH!". I wish Mum had cropped Cooper's butt out of my picture. How rude.
I, on the other hand, crossed my paws and went sound to sleep.
This is Dottie in Mum's art room when she finally decided to get serious about napping.
And Cooper worked with Mum on websites.
"Green is always nice for a background, it reminds me of grass"
So our Sunday has been quiet (except for the washing machine), as is customary and expected. Yawn, time for bed so I have lots of energy to bark tomorrow!
Goodnight bloggy friends, Dozer
This what Mum looks like when she is floating in the water, only without the body guards. I had no idea there were more people with Mum's particular body configuration. What? Oh Mum is coming? Have to go!
M'lady needs her privacy at this time as she is indisposed.
Dottie checked out the "solution" and everyone went to work.
Dottie pulled off chairs, snacked on one and then proceeded to destroy kitchen.
Dottie even pooped by the chair after she destroyed it. I think that is called "adding insult to injury".
After she finished with the kitchen Dottie turned over the kibble container and ate about 1/5 of the bag. This necessitated a trip to the vet at 5:30pm after Mum got home from work for x-rays because Dottie was walking funny. Why? Because she had gained 3 pounds and most of it was kibble in her tummy! The vet said no food for at least 8 hours. Dottie didn't care, she just wanted water and a nap.
Cost of solution? $191.00 for vet visit and x-rays. No total yet on destroyed chairs.
Possibility of unloading Dottie on some unsuspecting family? None, Mum thinks she is cute and forgives her. (sigh).
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