We Search for the Elusive Apples

I am looking for the apples. I know they are here somewhere.
This is my good side - still looking for those apples. Where are they?
They sit up in the tree and are getting ripe.
Why won't they fall down so I can eat them?

Dottie looks for the apples in the pine cone section of the yard.

She cannot find apples either, but she keeps looking.

Wait a minute! What is Cooper eating? He has an apple
and he is not sharing! Bad Cooper! Bad! Bad!

But there must be another one here somewhere.

Do you see any apples? I will keep looking because I want one!

Dottie Gets Her Due

Mum thought it was time to give Dottie a post of her own and to show off her winning good looks. I have to admit, she does look mighty pretty in this post. (But don't tell her because this blog is supposed to be all about me!)

No Camping This Weekend

We didn't go camping this weekend after all. Mum didn't feel very well on Friday and came home from work early and did a face plant into her pillow. So Cooper and I got up on the bed with her and made sure she slept with no interruptions. The pawrents are supposed to go up to Olympia next weekend and they say one of us will go with them, and two of us are going to Inavale Farm (my favorite place in the whole world!). I am pretty sure Dottie isn't going North because she barks and I really want to go to the Farm because I can play in the pond and roll in horse poopies (it's a horse farm with a 2-story dog kennel and indoor and outdoor play areas and field romps and a pond and just a totally dawg paradise). So Cooper is going to the groomer next week because if he goes North he is going to visit Grandmummy Edwards at the Foss Home and he needs to be soft and good-looking (lots luck there Ms. Groomer, it is Cooper after all! BOL!)

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So this afternoon (Saturday) Mum was reading her book about the History of Alexandria (Egypt) in the hammock and I was starving. No seriously, I was starving to the point of passing out. And the apple tree is just chock full of delicious apples and they are ready to fall. I tried to make them fall using my incredible psychic abilities but to no avail. Stupid Apples!

Come on pretty apples, fall into my mouth!

Maybe if I give this branch a little jiggle something will fall down.

Okay, here it is the full blown "stand-on-my-Corgi legs" stance.
Fall down you d%$* apples!

Dad finally shook the tree and we all got one apple apiece. Not enough to fill my tummy but enough for the moment. Of course Dottie and Cooper each got one - not like they did any work though! Sheesh!

Dottie ate her apple and the leaves and the branch.
She is starving to death too.

Goodness only knows what Cooper is doing with his apple.
If he keeps this up I am trading him to the circus as a sword swallower! BOL!

Food, Glorious Food!

Sparky sent us fish and chips all the way from British Columbia! We were so excited when they arrived that we chewed up the container! Thanks Sparky! Finally a meal I can sink my teeth into...definitely need to visit Canada in the future.

Mum and Dad are taking us camping this weekend and we are going to be by the McKenzie River. It is about 3 hours from our house and we will leave once Mummy gets home from work. There are lots of waterfalls, whitewater rafting and fish! There is also a neat covered bridge that was built in 1938. I am pretty sure we are not whitewater rafting but I am hoping that we will be fishing for salmon or whatever swims in the river.

This will be the first time all five us have gone camping in our 17 foot trailer. We will take the minivan and Mum says that is where we dogs are going to have a slumber party. We are not supposed to bark or Mummy will get cranky. Coop and I will be quiet but Dottie "talks" whenever she feels like it. We may end up sleeping in the trailer with Mum and Dad. Last time Coop and I slept with Mom on her bed. Mum did not get much sleep but we had a ball! BOL!

We will report back to you on Sunday when we return. We will have cell phones and our computer so if we can get wi-fi, Mum will upload videos of us.

Get the leashes! We're ready to roll!

Cooper Rocks

Cooper's da man! He is inside the Mutts Comics website as one of their shelter stories! I think Mum got this picture before Coop figured out the camera business and decided to opt out of his portrait sessions. He's lookin' pretty regal there. Of course Coop is so shy and retiring he won't say anything about it, but I think he should get to be the star occasionally (just not all the time, 'cause I am a Corgi and we always have to be the center of attention!)

Saints Alive!

Arrrooo! How cool are these "doggles"? I want a pair! Mum says I don't need them but who cares? I want them (he says stamping his short little legs on the floor!)!

Recognize those two saints? I do 'cause they are some of my favorite buds. You can find out about their lives at It's the Dogs Life and the competitions they are enrolled in. I just thought Saints lived on mountains and rescued skiers but apparently there is a lot more to them. The other thing that I have come to learn is that if I were standing next to a St. Bernard I would barely come up to their shoulder. That is a little bit intimidating but I could always run under them and nip their tummies. Not that I would of course! But I need to have a good defence in line just in case. (I had a bad experience with some big dogs at daycare who bit my little Corgi butt and I still get a case of the jitters around big dogs until I know them).

All that aside, the Saints would like the Dozer Web Award and we certainly think anyone who will wear doggles should get whatever they want. 'Sides, Mummy thinks they are so cute that she wants to scoop them up and give them both a big Oregon hug. (Yeah, "scoop up" two St. Bernards - with what Mum? A backhoe? A snow plow? These two are bigger than our couch! Mothers can be so out of it at times)!

We hope you guys and the rest of your family do great in your upcoming exhibitions/contests and just know we're rootin' and tootin' for you in far off Oregon!

Oh Canada We Raise Our Paw To You

As the Olympics begin in far off China, I am reminded of the value of our foreign friends throughout the history of the United States of America.

Across the width and breadth of the United States there is a country that hugs our border like gravy on kibble. And who is that nation? It is Canada! And within the wild and numerous territories of the frigid North is a bright shining star who barks out the national anthem like no other. Yes, we speak of Sparky Barky of British Columbia (BC hangs off the left hand side of Canada on the map, Mum showed me). There, amid the wild and savage beasts of BC, he remains a lone sentinel for freedom, honesty and the pursuit of dog toys. While other dogs have become domesticated pansies, Sparky remains true to his gene pool (which is somewhat mixed but colorful) and makes sure his pawrents are well protected at all times. He has managed to bury more toys in the backyard than most pet stores have in inventory and he has trained his pawrents to dig them up for him! How cool is that?

With neighbors likes Sparky we can all sleep better at night knowing our northern border is protected and under the watchful gaze of this small, yet amazing, canine extraordinaire! So pick up your webby award Sparky and accept our patriotic thanks to you and all the other folks who call British Columbia home. (Please send us some fish and chips please by overnight delivery and I can guarantee you more awards once I figure out how to get make boxes on the puter and color them in with my paws!)

I made my own award

Mum said since I have been such a bad Corgi that I need to spend more time reading blogs of nice dogs and perhaps some of their goodness will rub off on me. (yeah right!)

So, to make this palatable, I got on the computer and made a blog award of my very own to give out to the blogs which have made me see the errors of my Corgi ways (yeah right!)

The first blog to win this coveted award is...(drum roll please)...Willow the Black Dale! (big surprise yes?!)

Why has Willow won this much sought after award? Because he is blogging even while his family is two-timing him at Grandmas! BOL! That is incredible devotion to blogging even as his heart is breaking (sob!). We honor you Willow for your perserverence and courage in the face of such heartbreak! Wear your award proudly! We love ya!

Thank Goodness for Pup Pals

Even in the midst of my misery, my true friends come through for me.

"Say it isn't so! A Corgi a liar. Can't be, I just don't believe it. I won't believe it. I cover my eyes to the words she made you write. Note the MADE you write. Moms get all puffed up when it comes to our chow. Don't feel to bad.... I don't get fed to much either. Not to mention Pilar steals all my treats. That is why she is so chubby. Oh crap here she comes gotta go.Paw fives."

Willow

Posted by Willow the Black Dale on July 28, 2008 2:21 PM

With hunger gnawing at me, I have

chosen to start eating my toys

hoping to hold the famine at bay.

(Mum says I may be overdoing

it a bit on the adjectives).

Uh Oh, Buffet Blunder

So Mum read River's comment on my last blog and she put me against the wall and asked me what the *&%!# I have been writing in my blog. I suddenly felt sweat break out of my snout and had the distinct feeling I would see my life running past my eyes in short order.

"What writings?" I squeaked.

"How about the entries about you getting no food to eat other than what you can scavenge out of the compost bucket, or maybe how you are too weak to tap out another blog entry!?" (her voice got really loud and just a teeny bit strident).

To cut to the chase here, I have been asked, nay ordered to confess the following:

- I get half a cup of kibble each morning
- After my kibble I get half an apple
- After my half an apple I get my allergy pill in a slice of cheese
- I get half a cup of kibble each evening
- I get salmon oil (1/4 cup) with my dinner kibble for my heart health
- I get a large, unpeeled carrot with my dinner
- I get 1 beef treat with vitamins
- I get undeserved treats through the day and/or evening
- I eat apples that fall off our tree in the backyard whenever I want and no one stops me, even when I have apple farts afterwards

Mum says I am a pathological liar with serious psychopathic tendencies that will no longer be tolerated.

I tend to think I am just colorful. Mum does not find that the least bit amusing. And she wants to make sure all my friends know that I am not starving and I am not abused in any sense of the word. She says I am a spoiled little corgi who preys on the good nature of people. And the problem with this is......?

Star Photos

Now that we have won an award (okay maybe we didn't win an award, Peanut gave it to us, but we could have won an award - so let's not get stuck on the symantics), I was thinking we need photo shoots so I have glam shots to sign and send to would-be fans. I thought this shot was sort of okay, it shows my general disdain for my brother but I am peeking to see who is looking at me. And Coop looks totally out of it. What is it with him and the camera? Well, never no mind about Coop because the good news is that Mum got us both in the same frame which is nigh on a miracle.

Dottie cannot get on the couch because of her age and short legs, so Mummy took a special picture of her so she would not feel left out. Truth is the linoleum is the coolest place for Dots to rest on hot days like today. Mum found where Dottie has been lying next to the wall and now she is cleaning the wall now - getting the corgi hair off and other dog stuff off, like Dottie's paw prints from when she lies on her back and pushes off the wall.

Dottie lies right against the front door so she knows when someone is coming in or leaving. I think it must be some sort of separation issue. She's gotten passed around enough in her life, so this would make sense. Mum is rolling her eyes, she thinks I "over think" issues. Mummy says Dottie sleeps against the door because there is a draft that comes through and is cooling. We may never know.

Our first award!

Peanut gave us the award to the right. Well, to say I am overwhelmed would be an understatement!

As many of you are aware, I have been depressed over the lack of food in my life and having to share my pawrents. I don't know why I let this all creep up on me. I have a relatively happy life compared to other dogs. I truly believe if I had more food I would feel better emotionally. Therapy with a food counselor would not be out of the question, a nutritionist would be acceptable as well. I think a trip to Petco would get me over the hump and certainly a new bed from Eddie Bauer would perk up this Corgi Boy. In the meantime, Peanut has made me feel very special. Thanks big guy, you made my day!

According to Mr. Peanut, I need to keep this award moving and give it to some of my new pals (I believe it is 7) on the Blog Planet. As you may know, I am relatively new to this world of blogging, so I will rely on the folks who have welcomed me. Here goes:
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Preppy Pugs (http://preppypugs.blogspot.com/) - Gotta love these ladies and gents. Their Mum is a nurse and she is the Florence Nightengale of pug rescue and keeping these little guys well and happy. ******************************************************************
The Corgi Lounge (http://thecorgilounge.blogspot.com/) - Izzie and Moxie are too cool for words and their pawrents are always taking them on adventures. (Apparently they get fed enough to have energy for adventures). That is Izzie over there on the left.
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Lenny @ WireWise (http://wirewise.blogspot.com/) - This dog is just a cool dude and we are feeling pretty special 'cause he likes us.
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It's the Dogs Life (http://itsthedogslife.com/) - Gotta love St. Bernards and their labrador friends. Their big, their furry and they slobber really well. ***************************************************************
Sparky Barky - (http://sparkybarky.blogspot.com/) - Sparky loves water just like me.
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Wally the Corgador (http://dogsthatblog.blogspot.com/) - Wally is one of our favorite buds. He is funny, he looks a lot like us and he got an attitude.
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The Republic of Gooberstand (http://republicofgooberstan.blogspot.com/) Stanley is our hero, he makes us laugh so hard we pee!
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Thank you Peanut, you made my day. Half a turkey would make it a great day...

Happier Days...(sigh)

(sigh) I remember when I was an "only" dog, the light of my pawrents' eyes, the smile on their lips and the only concern they ever had. I made their lives so happy and joyous - we played on the bed, threw tennis balls and took lovely little weekend trips around the country exploring nature's wonderous bounty.

And then...then they went on www.petfinder.com and rescued Cooper. So there were two of us. I tried to like him but he was so overly friendly and spent almost all of his time being a snuggling, wriggling mass of love that my pawrents had their hands and laps full. I tried to show him who was boss but he wouldn't even fight with me.

Then Dottie moved in this spring and of course she is old so I cannot pick on her. Now she is so happy to be in the family that she demands tummy rubs and ear scritches each evening and Cooper lies down with her! It is one big pile of old dogs getting tummy rubs and cooing in their ears!

I would throw up but I don't get fed enough as it is and I cannot afford to lose any more calories. My pawrents could make this up to me by shipping Cooper and Dottie off to summer camp and importing a large bag of bully sticks with my name on it. Until then, I am going to sit in a huff and ignore them all!

Dozer

I feel faint

I need to go lie down, I am too

weak to stand.

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!