Before there was us, there was them

Way back in history, a long time ago, in another state, (and probably another galaxy), Mum had other dogs in her life. She found this picture in her photo box. The picture dates from June 1970 - that's almost 40 years ago! (Mum must be getting old - need to keep an eye on this).

The bloodhound was Jennifer (Mummy's dog), to the left was Amanda (Uncle Andy's dog) and to the right was Snoopy (Uncle Bryan's dog). They had this metal bed and they would all pack into it together which might have worked except that Jennifer the Bloodhound was really big, even as a puppy.

These were really good dogs in Mum's life and they went to the Rainbow Bridge many years ago. They are remembered with fondness and love.

There were no digital cameras back in the dark ages of Mum's youth (check out her plaid jumper in the picture, BOL!) and no video at all. So this picture is very precious. Good thing Mummy has her digital camera now, she can take lots of pictures of me.

You are getting sleepy, very sleepy

My Uncle Alex said this video is enough
to make you want to take nap. Cooper
loves his morning nap after he has had breakfast
and a break outside. After Mum shot this, Coop
went right back to sleep. Mum loves it
because you can almost feel how soft Cooper is.

Personally, I think Mum is getting just a tad
soft in the head. Next video better be of me.

A Fairy Tail from Dozer

I am Little Red Riding Hood, why don't you let

me carry that picnic basket for you? It looks

very heavy and I don't want you to strain yourself.

You can trust me, I won't touch a thing inside.

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(And if you believe this, you don't know corgis!)

Look We're French!

Hey look at us! We're french! Well, not really. Mum went to Google Canada and got our page and translated it into French. I like that I am "enfant sauvage", it has a nice ring to it, don't you think?

And Cooper is a grand "Softie", BOL! I like being a Sauvage much better than being a Softie.

The French, theirs is the language of love, mais oui? C'est bon!

Too hot to run around

I ran after the ball but it was too hot.
I ended up drinking water out of my pool and then
falling down and panting for all I was worth.
We need some cool weather or I need a shave!

Is my tongue getting longer or it is just me?
Okay, all done with that, time for some kibble.

Dozer here: I ran after the ball the other night but it was too hot. I ended up drinking water out of my pool and then falling down and panting for all I was worth. We need some cool weather or I need a shave! How do dogs in Arizona survive this and when can I have my own air conditioner?

Cooper: Bison Stuffie Dies

Mum got this great stuffie from the WWF (World Wildlife Fund) that looks like a bison

I licked it and then started a slow chew on its horns. I haven't got a lot of sharp teeth so I decided to gum it to death, so it was very, very wet by the time I was done. My chewing on the buffalo drove Dozer nuts, he thinks all the toys are his. We have two whole toy boxes filled with things he has ripped apart and he always wants what I have between my paws. Mum took these pictures because she thought I looked exceedingly soft and fluffy. What she doesn't know is that I have burrs all over and in my fur. She spends a lot of time de-burring me and going tsk, tsk, tsk. What is a dog to do? My favorite places are in the bushes and under the deck. Can I help it if both places seem to be full of burrs? Of course not!

Dottie Roaches for Mango

Mum has been trying to get a picture of any of us roaching to send to Mango and the Corgi Girls at the Corgi Lounge to show them that these corgis and cocker roach with the best of them. Finally last night Dottie did some great roaching on the living room carpeting which shows some great twisting action with the open mouth and feet flailing to give you the whole feeling of rolling around. We're pretty proud of Miss Dottie for pulling this all together for our blog. It earned her some extra treats and our eternal thanks.

Hot, hot, hot!

Mum took this little snap of Cooper on his chair. Mum has it covered
in a comfy little velour-type blanket. She has pretty much
given up ever using the chair herself. C'est la vie!

It is really hot today. Dad took Cooper and me for a walk to the park and Mum took Dottie for an abbreviated (think short) walk to the bridge and back. The Dotmeister was really tired and hot when she got home. Mum turned on the sprinkler to water the flower garden in the front yard and Dottie walked around in the mist and checked out the grass while she waited for us. Coop and I got home around 20 minutes later and we were puffin' and huffin'. Too hot for corgis and cockers! We are taking siestas this afternoon but not before we visit all our favorite blogs to see how our friends are doing. We think poor Mango is really suffering with PeeWee being hurt and not being able to play bitey face. These are desperate times for canines!

Fierce Bitey Face by Dozer

Alot of people do not realize the savage nature of corgis.
We are a wild breed that often hunts in the wild of the back yard,
disemboweling toys and challenging the hanging tires
to bouts of fights, always winning in the end.

It is important to show the hanging tire who is boss.
Caught it on its side and ready to swing!
This is what I call my "savage leap attack".
The tire cannot possibly win now.

I go for the "throat" and bitey face the tire toy!
Die tire, die!

Mum seems a little camera crazy these days. This morning she made Cooper pose on the couch while she took a portrait. Cooper hates having his picture taken, I think it is the flash. He sits there fine, he just won't look at Mum which drives her insane! BOL! Anyway, you can see Cooper gets more and more disenchanted with our biped when she goes off like this.

If only Mum had been satisfied with just one picture. This one was fine, why not stop here?

Now Coop is getting bored and cranky.

Now he wants to call the ASPCA.

Scored a New Stuffie!

Mum went shopping for a birthday present for the UPS lady at work who really doesn't like to celebrate her birthday. So Mum bought some dog toys for Jody's dog, Anvil, a Jack Russell Terrier. And there in the 50% off bin was this honkin' great duck/partridge. It is the best! I ripped one wing free and then Cooper licked it all over and Dottie just looked.

We haven't had a new stuffie in ages so I didn't even let Mum take the tag off its chest where it says "Press Here to Hear it Squeak!". Haven't figured out why Cooper licks all the toys but he seems to like it.

Scored More Chewies

Apparently Mum's sense of humor does not extend to dogs grabbing an entire loaf of bread (in the bag) and whisking it off the counter. Boy did she lose her sense of humor on that one! Anyway, I circled around the kitchen this morning, looking for prey and Mum stood there with her arms crossed. She obviously has become slightly psychic and was waiting for me to make my move. It became a war of wills and unfortunately a dental chewie was my undoing.

Cooper and Dottie took their chewies outside and then Coop came back in and parked behind a chair and chewed. I ate mine on the couch and then got a second one to keep me occupied while everyone else ate theirs. Would have preferred the loaf of bread but you know Mothers...they have these food budgets and they don't like to share. How fun is that?

Mum emailed the Canidae folks to see if they hand out coupons for their kibble. We are racing through a bag a month and it would be nice to have some help if the company has such things. Not that Mum would change brands - Cooper and Dottie like it and it is easy for them to eat. And I am partial to it as well. Actually, I am partial to any fud, alive or dead.

Look! I can eat my chewie with no paws involved!

"Pig in a Blanket"

I patiently keep an "eye" my adversary, keeping my paws on the blanket

I hide quickly so as to confuse the enemy!

I peek to keep an eye on my adversary!

Suddenly the battle is on! I twist and turn, grabbing and biting!

But the tide turns against me and suddenly

everything goes dark and I have lost the battle.

Is it dark in here or is it just me?

Home from the Kennel

Dad came and got us from lock-up yesterday morning. At first we were really excited to go to the kennel at the vet's office because we love everyone there. But after a day we were tired of all the barking and we missed Mum and Dad. Then they trimmed our nails and I nipped one of the technicians because I really hate having my nails clipped. Dottie didn't like it much either. Cooper didn't have to have his done, lucky dog! They sent report cards home with us and we got A's for good behavior but you can tell we were not happy. We pee'd plenty but only Dottie did poopies. Coop and I decided to hold it until we got home.

We were so happy to see Dad we practically drove the car home! But we were tired too because we were off our schedule. Dottie got really depressed. I think she thought we were going to stay there forever. Mum came home at lunch time to say "hi!" and that helped a bit. When she got home last night she was all over us with love and hugs but Dottie still was depressed so Mum gave her extra pets and a rub down. I don't like Dottie but seeing her depressed is the pits. Mum said she will be better in a day or so. I hope so.

Mum changed the bed last night and since Cooper was under the bed catching z's, I thought I would help Mum in her endeavor. Next thing you know there were quilts flying and I was killing whatever it was inside the quilt (was that Mum's hand?) and rolling around like a little sausage. Mum said we were playing "pig in a blanket" which I am not so sure was a compliment.

It is good to be home!

Check out Cooper sleeping in his man-cave

Philomath Frolic and Rodeo

Mum and Dad left us at home at went to the Philomath Frolic and Rodeo last night. It was the "free" night where you could see the rodeo without having to pay $13.00. They said it was fun and they saw Mum's friend, Joan, there. I would love to chase cows if they would only give me the chance! How can I show them how talented I am if they don't put a cow in the backyard for me to herd? Cooper won't let me herd him and Dottie is completely dense when it comes to playing. We don't even have squirrels to herd. How bad is that? I guess a small pony would work and then it could eat the grass in the yard and we wouldn't even need to feed it. Mummy just rolls her eyes at me. Mum took these pictures last night. She thought the little girl was adorable with her cowboy boots with spurs, fringed shirt and hat. There was lots of ropin', ridin' and general cowboy type stuff. They also had a fiddler's show but Mum stayed with Joan at the arena and didn't hear them. It will be really busy tonight because it is the official start of the Frolic and there will be a parade tomorrow which Mum will walk over to watch. She said she will take me to see but I don't get to walk in it.

Alot of the cowboys at the Frolic said with gas as expensive as it is, they are barely breaking even (if at all) coming to the rodeo. Mum says these are "challenging times" and will show our mettle and what we are made of. I am encouraging Mummy to lay in a stock of kibble before the price skyrockets. Good thing everything we need is close at hand.

Scored Some Chewies

My plan to increase my food intake is working and I have the wheels in motion of my diabolical dynamics to guilt my bipeds into feeding us more, particularly me. Dad gave me extra kibble last night but the minute Mum came home I let her know I was starving. I kept jumping around like a two year old on amphetamines and being obnoxious, which I excel at.

Finally in total desperation, Mum gave us our dental chewies and I was in the living room have a chew party like no one's business! Dottie finished hers first and got a second one because her first chewie was small. Cooper took forever to get his done because he likes to savor and lick them until they are soft and pliable. I just go at it full bore and just get it to the point where it will go down the gullet without screwing up my anatomy.

It was really, really hot yesterday (not as hot as Arizona, but hot for Oregon). We kept wanting to go outside but then when we got there, it was too hot to play. Mum and Dad were going to grill burgers and veggies for dinner but decided it was too hot to do that. They went off to a baseball game for a couple of hours (Ritchey's Market versus Post 9 - American Legion Baseball - great small town entertainment!). We hung out at home and enjoyed the air conditioning. We are really hoping that Mum and Dad don't have to cut back on the air conditioning with the gas prices. Seems like the prices for everything are going through the roof, fortunately kibble is holding strong at $38 for 20lbs of Canidae. Not sure what Mum plans to do if that goes higher.

Mummy gets up at 5:30am every morning and we go outside and play ball QUIETLY so we don't bark and wake the neighbors. It is cooler then and we don't get overheated. Dottie cruises the backyard looking for poo to eat (yeech!) and Coop cruises the yard eating grass. Then we have breakfast, our pills and half a carrot or apple each. Mum says we need to think of the animals in shelters who don't get what we get. Cooper told us about his time in the slammer - it wasn't fun. He said they have cold concrete floors and no beds and only get fed once a day. I told Mum we should get some toys to take to Heartland (no kill shelter) and we are going to do that this weekend.

Time for my morning nap, (yawn).

Busted

Mum is not happy with me. She was making her lunch and when she turned to put the bread back in the fridge, I jumped up and grabbed the two pieces of bread on counter she was going to make her sandwich out of. I wolfed them down and moved out of the firing range before she could even say anything. She finally said something to the effect that I am in "a world of trouble" and then she took my picture for a wanted poster or something. If she fed us more this issue would not come up. I think the "trouble" is the lack of food in our bowls and she has brought this all on herself.

Dottie and Coop didn't even get a crumb, although Coop continues to look.

My Mum is a Dork like Peanut's Mum

Mummy sliced part of her thumb yesterday cutting yams to dry for us. She has a bunch of bandaids on her thumb but it keeps bleeding. Dad got some gauze and something called "cotlets" that keep the thumb protected. What a mess! Thankfully Mum got the yams dryed in the dehydrator, otherwise the day would have been a total loss!

Fourth of July Fun

Mum got us all dressed up for the 4th of July! We marched in the parade in downtown Corvallis and had a great time. Dottie got to ride in the wagon because she gets tired sometimes. There was lots of candy being thrown and anyone who wanted to be in the parade could! Dad took pictures and walked with us too. He does a great job with pictures, much better than Mummy. Everyone thought we looked very nice and we had a great time!

The police people on motorcycles led the parade and there were a bunch of children on bicycles that they had decorated. There were tractors and bands, people dressed as patriots, and just regular folks who like to march along. We ended up at the river front and went home from there. We were pretty tired after all the excitement, so napped a lot during the day. BOL!

Mom and Dottie at the end of the parade before we went home

Cooper Doing Much Better!

Soooo...Cooper spent the afternoon at the vet and got all sorts of pets and loving. They fed him and watched him and then drew blood. But he didn't throw up. His blood test will be back Monday or Tuesday. They are checking for pancreatitis which is sometimes a side effect of Rimadyl. Coop came home, happy as clam, with a prescription for an anti-nausea medicene and then Mum bought some Prilosec, like the vet told her. Cooper gets half a Prilosec each morning with half an anti-nausea pill. We got to eat rice for dinner and breakfast and dinner again. Then we got to eat kibble and Cooper never did throw up again. Mum said for $200.00 at the vet, it was worth it to know he was okay. He got to sit on a lot of laps at the vet's and everyone thought he was really cute. I am really glad he is okay. I love Coop and he is my bud, even if he does shoulder in on my lap time with Mummy.

Off to the Vet

Dad has just taken Cooper to Ark Animal Hospital. He is going to stay there for the day and they will try and figure out why he is still throwing up. If they were going to be open on Saturday Mum might have waited but she thinks it is better to get on this right away. I hope Coop is okay, he's my brother and I sort of love him.

Cooper Sick

Mum thinks all the cow hooves have made Cooper throw up. So she gathered them all up and they are on the kitchen counter where we cannot reach them. Coop has been throwing up a couple of times a day (mainly yellow stuff Da calls "bile") but he is still happy as a clam. Mum says we are all going on a bland diet of rice and chicken until Coop stops barfing which is fine by me - hey, chicken beats kibble hands down! Mum also got the Pepto Bismol out and if Cooper sends his breakfast out into the universe he will get a teaspoon to settle his tummy. I sincerely hope it will freshen his breath as well. Pee-you! I don't know how Mum can get Cooper to stop eating poo, she has already spent a small fortune on products, none of which have worked. And Dottie is a poo-eater too. Crikey! I go out to do my toilette and those two vagabonds are sitting right by my butt waiting for something to come out. I mean, do you know how disconcerting that is? And it isn't like we don't get lots to eat. Mum is at a total loss as to why those two scamper around eating poo like it was a snack. I guess there is no accounting for taste.

Dottie's Portrait

Mum took this picture of Dottie tonight. Mum was grilling outside and while she waited on the veggies, she grabbed the camera which she seems to have in her hand all the time, and shot some action shots of the merry Dotster. I guess Dottie is okay. At least she doesn't sleep in my bed or try and sneak into the bathroom when Mum is taking her morning shower. That is my place and no one gets to shoulder in on that!

Hot, Hot, Hot

Okay, it wasn't really 139 degrees on Saturday but it could have been! Dad said the outside monitor for the thermometer was getting reflected heat. We just thought it was funny to see the gauge say 139 degrees! BOL!

Dottie Lost in Action

I'm sorry but I think I have the dumbest biped in the world! Mum talked to Dottie's mother tonight and gave Betty a full update on her little furball. Betty is so cute, she always calls Mum when she gets one of Mummy's newsy little letters. So they talked for a half hour and Mum rubbed my ears most of that time. Mum likes Betty a whole bunch and loves writing her. I think Betty must be a saint or something. I mean, who else would give their dog to our Mum so she could be sure Dottie would never go to a shelter? Well, my original parents certainly didn't. They put an ad in the paper for pete's sake! How can you sell a little heartbeat like me? But I digress.

So after about an hour Mummy goes outside and calls for Dottie. No answer. She looks under the deck, around the shed, under the boat. She looks in the bathroom, under the bed, in the guestroom and in the laundry room. She checks everywhere but no Dottie. Mum starts to panic because Dottie still has her old tags on with Betty's name and address. What if Dottie is on the street? Well, we are in a small rural town, how bad could that be? By this time I am feeling really good - maybe Dottie has found a new home? Maybe the nightmare has ended and I can be king of the heap again.

Finally Mum checks the garage and there is Dottie, patiently waiting for her. Sheesh! How Dottie got through the laundry room and down the steep steps into the garage is beyond me but she got to go exploring without us! Mum immediately took Dottie's old collar off and put a new one on with her new tag with her name and Mum's cell phone number. There goes that chance of losing her!

Mummy got Grandmummy a copy of America at Home, a neat book about America and how people live. She made a custom cover on-line and put a neat picture of Grandmummy at HF Bar Ranch on the front. It is pretty cool and I hope Grandmummy's 85th birthday on the 4th of July is fun. We can't go but Uncle Alex will be there so we know it will be fun!

Cow Hooves

Mum bought a new bag of cow hooves and we are in heaven. We never had hooves until last week when some of Mum's friends at Community Development told her about them. They are crunchy and nummy and take a lot of time to chew. I, personally, find myself needing some long draughts of water after an hour or so, but Cooper seems to take to the chew cycle for hours. Dottie, our new sister, just cruises around and scores a hoof when she feels like it.

Dottie is a Cardigan Corgi and is 12 years old. She is different from me, she has a tail. I am not sure what is so special about having a tail, her tail trails on the floor behind her most of the time. But she is wagging it more and more.

Dottie was an AKC show champion in her day and then she was bred and then she was sold. Not a very happy life in my book but then she lived with Betty for four years and was very happy. Betty adopted Dottie when she was 9 years old and gave her to Mummy about 4 months ago. Betty wanted to make sure Dottie had a good home in case anything happened to Betty (who is 87). So Dots came to live with us but eventually she may go to Arizona to live with our Uncle Bryan. But for the time being, she is our sister and we are learning to love her. She is just a barker! She talks, she moans in bed and she jumps like a bunny when she is happy. I think she's an idiot but she makes Mum happy and she can't climb the stairs and get on the bed so I guess she can stay.

Good-Bye to Uncle Bob

We said good-bye to Uncle Bob today. He is heading home to Seattle and we will now have to coerce our bipeds into throwing the ball and generally spoiling us.

Last night we had a lot of ball throwing and sitting outside on the swing. It was one of those mild summer evenings you dream of. Dad filled up my wading pool which was handy for a drink and a quick foot wash between runs after the ball.

Cooper got a paper towel roll to chew on - I think that is his comfort fud. He likes to chew and then rolls the little pieces of cardboard on his tongue for a bit. But toilet paper remains his favorite munch food. Me? I am a kibble boy.

Mom used the new dehydrator last night and made sweet potato crisps for us. They came out very well and we had quite a few after breakfast. Now she has apple slices baking for us. I am loving this! Now if we could have some meat products that would be perfect!

Cooper and his paper towel snack.

Our Bidpeds, We'll Keep Them

Dad finally got around to staining the deck for us. He took everything off the deck and then had our Uncle Robert help him. Uncle Robert is visiting from Seattle and is really a joy to have around. He plays with us endlessly and is always ready for someone to sit on his lap. Last night he put his Rum & Coke on the ground while he used the laptop outside and I got a nice long drink out of it. Dad did the same thing and Cooper shot right in and got his drink. The bipeds get incredibly upset when we do this because alcohol is supposed to be really bad for animals. Oh contrare I say! I love Coca Cola and Rum, it is nice and sweet and gives me a buzz. Which may be why they won't let me drink. Mum says I am like a two-year old on amphetamines on a normal day and I don't need any more sugar to wire me like a soundstage.

Check out Dad and Uncle Robert. They put my webcam outside so Mum could watch them while she was at work. We were locked in the house because Dad said we would get sticky feet and be in the way outside. We have our cow hooves to chew on but it really is a bit boring on the whole. There had better be a walk to compensate is all I have to say!

Lazy, Dazy Summer Days

We're pretty sure Mum thinks we are tearing up the carpet when she leaves or that we're outside running rampant around the apple tree, but in reality, we pretty much nap while she is out. We have found the couch to be a perfect medium for napping - plenty of space to stretch out, two levels if you use the cushions right, and a good view of the front yard in case burglars come. Coop seems to be able to bend his neck into the most extraordinary positions, while I favor the "lie on your back, always ready for a tummy rub" stance myself.

We have our friend Robert visiting this weekend and he is always good for some ball throwing, extra treats and general misbehavior. Last night both Cooper and I got sips of Rum & Cokes when no one was looking. You cannot believe how upset our bipeds were with that! They stopped putting their beverages on the ground and wagged their finger at us - yeah, like that's going to stop us! BOL! Have to love those pawrents even if they work under misconceived ideas, bless their little hearts.