Before and After - Cooper Revealed

Before a matted, smelly, poopy-butted cocker spaniel. After, a silky, sweet smelling, clipped love puppy.
For all the $$ it was worth every penny, although Cooper
was embarressed with the blue bow on his collar.
(And Dozer is extremely put out about the whole thing!)

The Giganormous Popsicle Adventure

A lot of you have asked "Where can I get such a cool giganormous popsicle maker?" and in reply we say at "Animal Crackers Pet Store in Corvallis, Oregon!" But since you probably don't live near Animal Crackers, you can get your own giganormous popsicle maker at www.kooldogz.com and they have a whole bunch of "recipes" you can follow. We like the people at Kool Dogz even though we have never met them because they obviously love dogs - so what's not to like? BOL!

Sleepy Sunday - Notes from Nancy

Ssshh! No one likes an afternoon nap more than Cooper, on our bed, on the quilts. He loves to start it off with a nice backrub. For some reason he enjoys snaking his head across the quilt and having his head and back rubbed. He sneezes and snorts and rolls back and forth - all to the dismay of his brother Dozer!

Cooper's Rubdown from Nancy Edwards on Vimeo.

Not for the Faint of Heart - Cooper

Mum brought home the cutest round Santa toy from Animal Crackers Pet Shop last night and I did NOT take it behind the chair. No, being the loving Cocker Spaniel that I am, I let Dozer have the new Santa toy.

But apparently Dozer has some anger issues that he needs to deal with (among other things) and he took the new toy into Mum's craft room and had his way with it. Now none of us can play with it because he took the neat noise maker out of Santa's belly, along with all of Santa's stuffing.

This is Dozer checking out the toy prior to disembowelment.
This is Santa as he lost his stuffing.
This is after Dozer got the noisemaker out of Santa's belly.
Although Santa is smiling, inside he is crying because his stuffing is being torn out out of him, fluff by fluff.

This is the beginning of the end..

I am sorry to say that Santa did not make it. Mum tried to save him but it was too late. Dozer spread the stuffing over a vast area and Santa's form was too badly torn to be repaired. Mum did remove the neat noisemaker so Dozer couldn't eat it (it was totally indigestible plastic with moving parts).

Mum says we are not to say anything about Santa being torn to pieces because it will upset small children. For that reason I think we should duct tape Dozer's snout shut so he doesn't start running around the neighborhood telling folks he pulled Santa to pieces. (He has this need for attention). So please keep this to yourself. I am compiling a small journal of pictures and notes detailing Dozer's descent into maniacal behavior for when the police come to arrest him. I don't want him to get out on bail.

Mum says this holiday is crumbling before her eyes, whatever that means.

Ever Wonder?

I thought it would be interesting this evening to see what sort of pictures Mum has on her phone. She seems to snap them occasionally and I was curious to see what she has. Since Mum is watching the Oregon State University v. USC football game on television, I corraled Dottie to help me download the pictures.

Hmm, why would Mum waste digital digits on Cooper? He's giving Mum his googly eyes. Mum is a real softy for Coop's soft muzzle and eyes. Little does she know...

This is how I spend my evenings before Dad comes to bed. I lie with Mummy and get an evening back rub and then I stretch out and watch PBS.
Ah, here are my googly eyes. I seem to have lost my right ear but it usually snaps right back up.

Cover the children's' eyes! Mum really needs to filter her pictures. I think she was trying to capture the really long hair between my pads on my feet. Who knew she would show how big my hips are? It's the camera, it always adds 10 pounds!

Ahh, nothing like a little sleep on one's back to get the trip to Sand Land off to a good start!

Note the nice turn of the head. Not all dogs can be this stylish, it takes a professional.

Ah, my winsome look that just says "This dog needs a scratch behind the ears and a good tummy rub!"

Cooper again? This is Coop tucked in for the night. He was shivering so Mum got a towel and tucked him up in it. What a wooose!

Apparently Coop warmed up sufficiently that he got on top of his towel. He is so fickle!

More pictures of Cooper? Mum loves it when Cooper splays out on the floor. He looks like a rug for Pete's sake!

Ah, this was a great car Mum saw on a Saturday antique foray. The owner had glued small plastic soldiers and dinosaurs and animals all over the hood and roof. Sort of a mobile art feast.

Oh give me a break! Mum says this one is different because Cooper has his head between his paws. Yeah right. He's a rug Mum!

This is from 2007 - Mum needs to clear out the files a bit. This is the Women of Faith Conference in Portland, Oregon that Mummy goes to every year with Aunt Margaret. We are not allowed to go because it is 45,000 singing Christian women waving their arms and bouncing off the ceiling. Mum loves it because it is at the Rose Quarter and they make all the men's' bathrooms accessible to women so there is almost no waiting in line. I guess it is the simple pleasures in life. Me, the whole world is my toilet so you can put a sign up on the door but it doesn't stop me! BOL!

And this would be Aunt Margaret - isn't she a cutie? She loves me best of all, pretty much because she has never met Cooper or Dottie. Hey, she thinks of me as her little Dozer-Man and that suits me fine.

Mum took this picture of the ceiling at the restaurant where she and Aunt Margaret had dinner last year after the conference was over. She tried taking a picture of the menu because it has ostrich filets on it, which she found odd and strangely upsetting. Yeech, who would eat an ostrich? They have long, skinny legs and all those feathers...

And here we end up with me asleep in Dad's lap, which I do each evening. I am very possessive of Dad's lap and go slightly insane when Cooper gets up in my spot. Mum says Cooper plans all this because I immediately get off Mum's lap and jump up on Dad's lap and then Cooper moves over to Mum's lap and settles in for some lovin'. I don't understand this psychology stuff and I sincerely doubt that Cooper has any idea of what he is doing, but if it makes Mummy happy to analyze dogs, more power to her.

Well, that pretty winds up the photo-logue for this evening. I think we have all learned a valuable lesson - leave Mum's pictures on her phone, these are incredibly boring - except for the pictures of me of course.

This One is For You Moco!

Hey Moco Man! If you have your hooman whipped into shape and are back on the blog circuit, then you can put this up on your side bar. We love your pictures, you have a way with wally-melon! Glad to have met you and will be checking in on you!

Die Little Candy Cane, Die!

Things have been pretty quiet here at the Edwards' Corgi Rest and Relaxation Ranch so I thought it was time to mix it up a little(!) I checked out Licked Toys and lo and behold, they need submissions. You don't have to ask me twice. I went into our toy bin and found an old Christmas Candy Cane from last year that definitely seemed like it wanted to contribute to the well being of Licked Toys. I could not get Cooper or Dottie interested in helping me. Which shows you why I am in charge of the blog and not them. If they had their way we would be napping 24/7. But I digress.

I removed the Candy Cane from its haven in the toy bin and gave it the quick once over to check for openings and found a rather nice one.

I pulled out some of the red flannel whilst holding down the Cane in case it tried to make a run for it.

Again using paw action I continued to "de-stuff" the Cane until it cried "Uncle"

I found biting it i the middle worked exceptionally well in keeping the Cane in a submissive pose.

Mum held the Cane while I took one last lunge at it. Note that Mummy very nicely made my eyes red for this photo. I call it my "Devil Dog" pose. Strikes fear into your heart doesn't it? It apparently has no effect on Coop and Dots, they slept through the whole adventure.

Mum has emailed my pictures to www.lickedtoys.com and hopefully they will see fit to publish me. It's almost embarrassing how photogenic and winsome I am on the Net. If I play my cards right I might be able to write a book on de-stuffing, de-fluffing and de-light...then maybe a book tour, interview with Katie Couric, article in Vanity Fair,...maybe even the "face" of Covergirl make-up (hey check out my eyes, they have black eyeliner on all the time, came with the suit).

Time for bed so I will head to my dog-cave under the bed where I keep all my treasures - Kleenex, socks, balls, Nylabone, pillow and shoelaces.

Corgis Galore

We had a great Labor Day weekend. Mum and Dad stayed home the entire weekend and we all loafed around, watched bad movies and mindless television. Treats were pretty plentiful and the weather was cool and nice.

On Saturday we had the annual Corgi Picnic at Aunt Elaine's house. There were about 20 corgis and one Cocker Spaniel (guess who had to come along because Mum thought he would be sad to be left out?)

First rule to be broken was "no dogs in the house" BOL!

This is Sonny, he is 10 months old and a pistol!

Marty barked over everything but she was game for the pool.

Dots checked out the rest tent where we went when we had enough
of running around and wanted some peace and quiet.

Pippin and I checked each other out. We're actually good friends.

This was one of our mixers :)

This pretty much sums it up - it's Shorty, all smiles!

Cooper's Mother Here

Dozer has been a bad Corgi! He should not be picking
on little Cooper. Now that all the burrs are gone,
Cooper is enjoying being cool and smelling like a prince.
Dozer has a jealousy issue going on that he needs to curb.

Picking on Cooper

As Cooper's little brother, it is my job to to be a pain in the butt,
and make fun of him. Check out skinny Minny!
Somebody's hair got cut off! BOL!

OOOOOoooo, nice legs Coop! BOL!

I'd look sad too if I had to get shaved! BOL!

Go ahead and ignore me, I have hair and you don't BOL!

Burr Under My Butt

Cooper is such a dufus! He went outside this morning and got covered in burrs. I mean not just a couple, he was thick with them.

Mum took one look and called the groomer because this was bigger than she could handle. The groomer looked at Coop and said she would try and save as much hair as possible but Coop was a real mess. (Well, I could have told her that much!)

So Mum left Cooper at the "salon" for three hours. They did leave some fur on his legs but pretty much everything else got shaved off 'cause he had made such a mess.

While Coop was at the "salon" Mum and I went out in the backyard and pulled out all the Queen Anne's Lace and another bush that had burrs on it. It was a huge pile by the time we got done. (Honestly, if it weren't for me, I don't know how these things would get done at all.)

Cooper came home at 4pm and smelled like a cheap floozie. They put this green bow on him and he looked like a shaved peach with a bow tie. Mum says he is very soft but I am just embarressed. And if Cooper had any sense he would be too.

We're on a Rampage!

The lack of food in our home has come to a head.
We have tried to subsist on the small bowls of kibble,
but we are starving...yes, literally starving to death.
So we took matters into our own paws...

Hmm, what have we here?

What's that? Keep my paws off the garbage?
I think not!
Let's take another look in here and see
what good stuff they are throwing out.

Hmm, something like gravy, lots of wax paper,
coffee grounds...ice cream wrappers!

Work with me here Cooper, we can tear this
baby apart in two shakes!
Cooper manages to clean-up some of the aftermath,
scooting the coffee grounds towards the door.

Dottie and Cooper finishing up
with the remains of the garbage.

Looks like we missed a spot here.

Nice teamwork on the floor detail.

And for dessert, let's take some breath freshner
out of Mum's purse and give it a chew as well!