I know you miss my face, so here it is :)

 This is not me. This is Cooper.
He went to the groomer today 'cause he had burrs

and mats 'cause he doesn't comb his hair.

He is a slob. But you knew that.

 This is still Coop. He fell asleep during the photo session.

 This is me laughing at Cooper 'cause he had to go to

the dog salon and have his hair done like a girl!

What a loser! Real guy dogs don't get fluffed like a girl.

Sheesh! (hee hee) He's asleep so he won't know about

this blog entry until tomorrow morning and by then half

the world will have read about what a girl he is! BOL!

(Editor's Note: Apparently Dozer does not realize that half the world is not reading his blog and I haven't got the heart to break it to him. Consequently, Cooper will not be at all upset because he too knows that there are only about 30 people who read this blog at any given time. Don't say anything to Dozer, lets let him keep his dreams...)

No Blogging Today - Cooper's Notes

Mum is covering her desk and the front desk at work because the receptionist is home with her son who has Influenza B. This strain of the flu is highly contagious and no vaccine was made for it this season. The doctor put the child under quarantine and our receptionist may be coming down with it as well. Mum is popping Vitamin C like they were Skittles and drinking a lot of water. We will be back blogging once the week ends and Mum can catch her breath.

Dozer is sulking in the corner because he is afraid he will lose his audience - who am I to tell him he never had one to begin with?

Love, CooperThis picture has nothing to do with this blog entry but we thought it might make Dozer feel better since he has this need for attention.

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.

Thank Goodness That's Over With!

Dozer here. Well, Thanksgiving is over and I must tell you I am exhausted. Mum packed much too much into my social calendar and I simply need a good rest. Coop was no help and Dottie is blowing fluff so much that she is a massive hair ball with legs. So it was up to me to hold up the family honor over the holiday.

Mum and Dad (and my cousin Anthony) had a quiet Thanksgiving at home with turkey, stuffing, sweet potatoes and salad. No one seemed to get the message that they should be dropping food on the floor for me and the best I got was a new bone to chew. It was thoroughly disappointing.

Friday night Mum and I walked in the annual Corvallis Christmas Parade with our Willamette Corgi Group (Corgi Picnic). My Auntie DeeDee sent money for Mum to buy me my very own Flexible Flyer Wagon with red, wood sides. Mum and I went to Robinett's Hardware Store, which is a really nice old fashioned hardware store with wood floors and all the neat stuff you need. We picked out my wagon and Mum paid for it and then we put it in the car.

Mum had to spend most of the afternoon putting lights and garlands on the wagon so it looked just right for me. But before that we went to Animal Crackers to find a plaid coat for me. I tried on a couple of different colors and we decided the red and white suited me best.

This is Mum and me just before the parade started. I sat in the wagon for a bit and then I marched but then I had to sit with Dad. Mum wanted to make sure my leg didn't get hurt which was disappointing since there was horse poop everywhere! All of my corgi friends like horse poop too and none of our parents would let us roll or eat it. What a bunch of losers!

This is Anthony and me. He can multi-task so well - rub my tummy, talk on Facebook, text on his cell phone.

"Are you looking at me?"

Dottie is usually totally black on her back but she is blowing so much fluff she looks like someone's Great Aunt Mary in a raccoon coat which is falling apart. You would think Mum would do something more than take pictures!
Mum tried taking pictures for our annual Christmas card but I was having no part of it. This is my "get out of my face" look.

(Yawn), time for me to lay down my paw and tak a nap.