Tonight Mum took us to visit our favorite friend, Krausie. (His real name is Elwell, but we call him Krausie). We got to go in the car and hang our heads out the window and throw our drool to the wind. Finally we arrived at Krausie's farm and we had treats and got impatient while Mum and Krausie chatted and looked at things on the computer. At long last we got to be the center of attention (about time!). First, we sat on Krausie's lap
Cooper went first and got a nice rub down.
I chatted with Krausie on a number of topics.
Then we went outside.
This is Krausie's 1955 tractor. Mum loves it. Mum wants it.
Then I found bunny poop and stuff to roll in. I was in heaven, I still am. Mum says I smell "interesting" which is another word for "unsavory" or not so good. Here are some action shots of my roll in the poop de bun-bun.
After a Sunday afternoon visit to the groomer for a well-deserved bath, Mr. Cooper has taken to his bed for a nap. Keeping one beautiful and perfumed can be a tiresome task and is best done infrequently.
We are a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, and an American Cocker Spaniel. We pretty much live to cost our pawrents as much money as possible and in return we shower them with moments of jocularity, mayhem and unconditional love. We are both adopted - Coop was even on Death Row at one point. Now we have a great yard to run in, a wading pool, fud and three Rubbermaid bins of toys and outfits.
Mum calls me Senor Puppy Pants because I have a great butt with lots of feathers and Coop, well, he's just Coop - quiet, unassuming and grateful for his new life.