Fun People on the Street - from Cooper in Portland

Mum saw these people walking around downtown Portland. (I was guarding the house and having a nap). Look at these people! One is on stilts and the other is acting like a puppet! They walked all over the place and didn't ask for money or anything. They just did it to entertain people. Lots of children were mesmerized. (Mum was too).

Mum said she had a wonderful day but she is tired so we are going to read before dinner. Apparently I have to guard the house again while Mum goes out to the Vista Springs Restaurant for dinner. I am not sure what dog laws are but the Vista has one.

Cooper in Portland with Mum

This is me, Cooper, in Portland with Mum. This is shortly after I pee'd all over the door in the office. It was just a little surprise I thought I would leave for Mum and my Aunt DeeDee.

These are some of the "flying saucer" squashes Aunt Dee Dee had in her garden.

Aren't these wonderful? Almost too good to eat!

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Still Raining, I See No Reason to Change My Position

Like my death eye? Pretty cool, huh?

More Rain and Cold Coming - Let's Go Back To Bed

I've crossed my paws that the sun comes out again.

I keep listening for the sunshine to arrive.

But it is so tiring waiting...I'll just take a little nap and check later.

I can't talk right now. It is time for my nightly rub down.
I went to the vet school today and had my stitches out. But they discovered I had been licking part of my wound. So I have to keep my collar on for ANOTHER WEEK!  And they weighed me. I gained half a pound. I guess my diet is not working so well. Not my fault. I don't have opposable thumbs so I am not opening cans of fud.

So I am going to snuggle with Dad until I get over my pout.

And oh, by the way. I checked the mail today. There was no mini-meatloaf. (big sigh)

Bassets Need Our Help: Notes from Cooper

No wonder bassets have such long ears - look at this picture! Apparently they wash them and then stretch them out so that they get longer and longer.

The Basset Rescue at Daphneyland needs help. They are behind on their bills and are taking care of bassets that have been surrendered, forgotten or discarded. Mum read about them in Yahoo News (you can read the story here) These are such tough economic times - I told Mum to take my November toy money and send it to the Rescue. Dozer said he wasn't saving anyone but himself but Dottie said she wanted to donate her treat money. Finally after Mum gave Dozer "the look" he caved in and donated his toy money too. Maybe you have a spare dollar or two that you can send along to these nice folks (click here)

Here are some more pictures

Look at this guy with his wheelchair - you go big guy!

How could we not send our toy and treat money to someone like this?

Come and get it!

Oh, this is the one that did it - basset love!

Messages De-Coded

Mango has left a new comment on your post "When You Care Enough to Send the Very Best - Dozer...":

Dozer,

Don't you worry. I can tell you are under stress. I know that "Cooper is not a poopy-head" is secret code for "Help! I am trapped with Cooper poopy-head and starving to death!" (Exactly! You are reading this correctly Mango!)

What is this sleeping on the bed only four nights? I think you have been in jail for totally 372 nights, right?  (Dad's been away on a trip to Seattle and that is the only time we get to have a pig pile on the bed. Otherwise we sleep on our own beds on Mum's side of the bed on the floor. I am sure the ASPCA would be interested in this!)

Slobbers, Mango

P.S. Momma says your mom is very silly and must love you a lot. Humph. Must be code for "keep that corgi skinny and behind bars" (I am pretty sure Mum is psycho and is using humor to deflect any inquiring minds from checking on me and my well being but yes, you de-coded the message about my incarceration and diet).

 

CARE packages may be sent to me in care of General Delivery, Philomath, Oregon. I will have Dottie walk down to the post office to pick up for me. Even though it is a one mile trip (round-trip) and she is deaf and blind, I cannot trust Cooper. I think he is a mole or a snitch, not sure which. If you send the mini-meatloafs, send extra ketchup please.

When You Care Enough to Send the Very Best - Dozer

Mum let me open my package from Emmitt this morning and I got a magic button with my picture on it! We read the note and then Mum took a picture for my blog and now we are discussing whether to hang my magic button on my collar or pin it to my cage. Thank you Emmitt and Melissa - you are so thoughtful during my time of confinement.

In an effort for full disclosure and transparency (that sounds grown-up doesn't it?) and because so many of you suggested I was perhaps exaggerating my desperate situation, Mum is making me share the following:

1. I am not starving to death. I am 4 pounds overweight and I cannot exercise right now. I get baby carrots for snackies and dog cookies twice a day, plus meals.

2. I am not locked in the cage most of the time. Mum lets me sit in her chair in the family room or on the floor in the art room. I only get locked up when the vacuum cleaner is on the prowl.

3. Cooper is not poopy-head and has been very nice to me during my surgery time. He slept by my cage when I came home so I would not be lonely.

4. I have gotten to sleep on the bed with Mum and Cooper four 4 nights.

5. My imagination tends to run wild and Mum says this can be most unbecoming.

I would like to say the above was made under extreme duress and does not necessarily reflect the true feelings of the corgi in question.

Now where the he** are my mini-meatloafs?

Sending Love to Juno the Dog

This is what I have been reduced to. Sitting under Mum's art table while she makes birthday cards for people at work. The most attention I can get is if her foot accidentally knocks against me and in my deep sadness I pretend she is petting me (big sigh) Well yes, I don't have my collar on but I have to wear it when Mum is out of the house and at night. And yes, I am not in my cage because Mum carried me into the art room. But that does not count. I am no longer the top dog, Cooper has muscled in again and jumps in Mum's lap on a moment's notice. (big sigh).

These were my happy days, when I was top dog and I got to sit on top of the old couch (may it rest in peace).  No, don't worry about me, I'll be fine. You just go ahead and run off and play in the dog park, or play tag in the living room. No one remembers the disabled and sick. Oh sure lots of nice comments right after my surgery and promises...but where are my mini-meatloafs? No where, that's where! Mum says I have package from Emmitt but I cannot open it until tomorrow morning because I have been such a whining mass of corgi tonight. Whatever.

 

Mum says that our new friend, Juno, is not well and makes me look like a goldbricker,whatever that is. Anyway, Mum read me Juno's blog and even though the old bat is usually wrong, this time she was right. Please go leave Juno a big bunch of love (you should have lots of it left over since you haven't sent any my way) and leave a note. Click here and leave a sloppy comment so he has something to read in his sick bed. I bet his Mum lets him eat in bed. Turn over your water bowl one time in Mum's bed and you're marked for life. But don't worry about me, you just go on and have fun. I'll just lie here under the art table.

In the Dog House - Dozer

I was feeling quite a bit frisky t his morning  because Mum let me sleep on the bed with her and Cooper. It was heavenly. I laid right next to her all night and listened to Coop snore like a train. That boy needs some nose surgery or something. I am sure they heard him in the next county.

So while Mum was in the shower, I grabbed one of Dad's shoes and did the whirly dance with it. Apparently that is a big "No-No". I determined this by the high pitched whine eminating from Mum's vocal cords.

I was sent back to solitary for chewing on Dad's shoe. I didn't actually chew on it, just a lot of slobber. Did Mum ever pause long enough to think perhaps I was washing Dad's shoe? No...just assumes the worse. Sheesh!

Housekeeping Items

Mum says I need to clarify a couple of points, so let's begin shall we?

First, "someone" did not just come up with the muffin tin game. That "someone" is Moose who lives at http://dewdana.blogspot.com/ so you should definitely stop by and say hi to the Moose-meister.

Second, I am not caged all the time and I do get to take my cone off. (See above photo for confirmation).

Third, I am not actually starving. I have gotten a deer hoof, rawhide chewies, carrots and celery to stave off my hunger pangs in addition to my regular meals.

I hope this straightens out any misconceptions you may have from reading of my world-famous blog. And the only reason I am publishing this entry is because my Mother made me.

Bored, Bored, Bored, Bored - Dozer

Bored? Oh surely you jest (I am sure you are catching my canine sarcasm). I may be dead by the weekend from sheer boredom. I cannot daydream any more and I know every inch of my cage.

Mum took someone's suggestion to make a game using a muffin pan and 12 tennis balls. She hid treats under some tennis balls and challenged me to find the treats. Oh really...Mum, I'm a corgi! I could play tennis if I wanted to.


This was the start of the game. Note the action shot - I tore through this challenge.


I sniffed out the treats.


Then I started removing said treats. Sorry Coop, this is my game!


I said 'move it' Coop, this is my game! I mean it.

Dang dammit! Leave my pink tennis ball alone!

Well that was 3 minutes of entertainment. Just 23 hours and 57 minutes more to go...

Finally Something Happy - Dozer & Cooper

Cooper won the Canine Halloween Contest at the Casbah Kitten (click here to visit). We almost wet our puppy pants when the box arrived over the weekend. Check out the kitty paw prints! BOL!

And more pawprints with the paper! AWESOME!

We got a stuffed pumpkin, organic cookies and Halloween Pez dispenser with candies.

This is Jane, the new CEO of The Casbah Kitten corporation.

We thing the kits over at The Casbah Kitten rock. They donate a portion of their sales each month to a good cause, which we think is the best. I got the pumpkin to play with (Dozer) and Coop gets it next to lick to death.

Thank you Casbah Kits! We love you!

Please Release Me...Let Me Go! - Dozer

This incarceration is so against the Geneva Convention, but because I am a dog, no one from the Red Cross has come to check on me. Check out my accomodations, pretty sterile yes?

Yes, I have a bed, but does it match my blue color scheme?
No, of course not.

This is me looking out at the world. Everything is passing me by.

If you whine long enough your parents will build a make-believe crate in the family room so you can be by them. This worked beautifully. Once they became complacent, I encouraged them to take the crate outside on the deck by telling them I was probably low on Vitamin D and could stand a sun bath.

I let them think I was tired and wanted nothing more than to take in some sun and rest.

Once they decided I was fine by myself, I managed to break down the cage and escaped out through the side yard of the house and out to the driveway. It was great listening to Mum scream "Dozer!" and Dad asking "Is Dozer out?" (well obviously, do you think Mum would be screaming my name because she was happy with me? not likely). Unfortunately Dad caught me and I was taken back into the house and put back in the locking cage in the living room.

Howie PeePants - You'se Mum mentioned something about small meatloafs, can you ask her when she is going to send them to me? The vets put me on a diet because I am sedentary and I am only getting 3/4 a cup of fud a day (yes, I said a day!) I am already weak and the time change has really upset my clock so I think it is meal time every hour now.

I am Home but I am not Happy - Dozer

So's Mum picked me up yesterday and spent a bunch of time with my doctor, Jennifer. I have to do those stupid exercises again. And I have to wear this stupid donut around my neck too.

I am not supposed to put any weight on my leg for 8 weeks while it heals because I could break the bone. And I have to be in my cage.

When I am allowed out I have to have a sling around my mid-section so Mum can hold my leg off the ground.

Every 3-4 hours Mum is going to run home from work and put frozen peas (in the bag) on my knee to reduce the swelling and do some of those stupid exercises.

This sucks. And I am not happy. Hence the reason I tried to bite Mum's hand this morning when she started those stupid exercises.

Someone send me a file so I can saw my way through these bars and escape.

Dozer Asleep, We're Partying! - Cooper

So the Oregon State Veterinary School Hospital called and Dozer's surgery went just fine and he was asleep with an IV for his pain meds. He gets to come home tomorrow sometime and Mum has gotten the blue donut from our vet so Dozer cannot lick  his wound.

Since things had gone so well, I said to Mum "Let's have a drink!" And Mum said, "Are you out of your mind or have you been nipping at the cooking sherry again?" (I have a fondness for good wine, beer or anything alcoholic). Obviously Mum was not going to let me have a drink but she said I could have a vegetable instead, so I chose celery because it chews nice.

This here is Dottie trying to grab some celery off the floor with limited success.

She got some paw action going and managed to get a piece.

I swear the celery hit me in the eye!

Chomp, chomp, num, num - very good

Takes a bit of jaw action to get everything moving.

Mum says to tell you she will update everyone on Dozer tomorrow after he gets home from the hospital. But all your prayers and good wishes did the job - he is on the mend.

Dozer Loves the Ladies at OSU Veterinary School Hospital -Dozer

I had my appointment at the Oregon State University Veterinary School Hospital and these are the lovely receptionists who thought I was the cutest bean in the pot. Who am I to argue?

This is one of my vet doctors. She is a 4th year vet student and she was very nice and loose with the treats.

Mum and Dad left me here at the hospital for x-rays and tests. I have my surgery tomorrow and I have to spend the night afterwards. But I get to come home on Thursday! It costs boatloads of money but I think we all know I am worth it! Mum got a tad pale writing the initial check, there were a lot of zeros involved.

The nice vet said I will recover faster from this surgery but I still have to be quiet and no running for quite a while. Mum says I can use this time for inner introspection, whatever that is.

Martha and Bailey - We're With You!

Mum put the Halloween decorations up but we knew this was just her attempt to catch us off our guard and snap a picture. Nice try Mum but it won't work with us savvy dogs!

Martha and Bailey have had a call to arms for all dogs and cats who are subjected to flashy boxes, day in and out! No more posing, no more smiles, no more looking cute. (The specific instructions can be found at Martha's blog in Scotland, click here to view and take notes).

Coop made sure the flash did not work and that he was not looking at the camera. Mum was totally foiled! BOL!