Good-Bye Barney Boots

 

Our pal Barney Boots passed away in Wisconsin today. He injured his back and his paralysis was too extensive so his parents helped him to the Rainbow Bridge so he could run free. This is always a fear with corgis with our long, low backs. My Mum worries a lot about me and my back but what will be, will be. But we miss our pal Barney, as do all our corgi friends on Facebook.

 

Good night, Love, Dozer

Happy 4th to All!

As we celebrate our independence from England we want to make sure our friends across the Pond know that we consider them family. I mean these are the people who gave the United States corgis for pete's sake, what's not to love them!

But more importantly we want to celebrate our men and women serving the United States in our armed forces and their support service personnel, both past and present. They are the ones for whom our freedom comes from on a daily basis.

So hats off to all the people of the United States for the freedom we enjoy, to those who make it possible and for those who gave the ultimate sacrifice.

Love, Dozer

Dottie is still a Star (big sigh from Dozer)

Dottie is going to be the Dog of the Day at The Daily Corgi, Tuesday, 17 August 2010! Laurie, who is the webmaster and the brilliant mind behind this site, had Dottie down to be on the The Daily Corgi before Dots passed away. And even though Dots isn't with us anymore, Laurie said she could still be the Corgi of the Day. (I can think of another corgi who would have fit in just right and who has lots and lots of pictures of himself that he could have sent to Laurie, but noooo.....!)

Anyway, because Miss Dots is going to be the corgi tomorrow, Mum shot a picture of where Miss Dots is right now because she is about to go on a trip. (How many trips can Dottie take? She's gone to the Rainbow Bridge, where do you go from there? Europe? Disneyland?)

Mum says Dottie is in the little green canister with the flowers. I said, "Really?" Now if you knew Dottie, you will agree she was a full-figured girl so I am not seeing how they stuffed her into the little tin. But Mum said so, and even though it seems impossible, I guess Dottie is in there.

Mum says Dottie is going to Vancouver, Washington with some help from the United Parcel Service. She is going to be with Betty's son, Mark (Betty being Dottie's former owner/mother who died a bit ago). Mark said he would take Miss Dots to Betty's grave site and Dottie can be with Betty again. Mum said Mark will probably just spread Dottie's ashes or something to make sure Dots is always with her dear Betty. I am not sure I understand any of this and it sounds like a lot of science fiction to me, but it seems to make Mum happy, so who am I to argue?

Mum is going to keep Dottie's collar (which was mine before she came to live with us) and her tags as a reminder of sweet Dottie.

I would like to remind you that...

...Dottie ate one of the kitchen chairs so we no longer have 4 matching chairs any more

...Dottie tipped over the garbage can so many times Mum/Dad had to put it on a table

...Dottie pulled the table cloth and almost everything on the table off in search of food

...Dottie had the BIGGEST poopies of any dog on this planet (yeah go ahead and check)

...Dottie ate things ladies should not put in their mouth (let's leave it at that but it starts with "P" and ends in "ies" so you figure it out)

...Dottie farted and had bad breath (if you ate what she did, you would too)

...But Dots was a winner and I guess I loved her....okay, I did love her and Cooper did too.

So please visit The Daily Corgi and see Dots in action 'cause she's hitting the trail and going north after this last show!

Night, Love, Dozer

PS: Laurie, I am still available. Call my agent, we'll have lunch. ~ Dozer

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It's the most wonderful time of the year...

No, it isn't Christmas but it is almost better! It's time for the swimming corgi videos! Whoo hoo! The Daily Corgi put us onto this video (Mum says I must always give credit to my sources. Well okay, if it gets me to the top spot and I can actually be the Daily Corgi, then I will give the Head Corgi at the Daily Corgi credit.)

Once I was just like this...

Of course this is not me. My pal Sammy found this picture and led me to it. But once, and I am pretty sure about this, I was just this cute and cuddly. Mum says it looks a lot like me. But she doesn't have any baby pictures of me because she adopted me when I was 10 months old. (big sigh) Mum says this pup has the same markings and she is sure I was just as cute and adorable because I still am. I think she is a bit biased but of course she is right.

Kind of makes you want to give me a cookie, doesn't it?

Because you can never have too many...

Dozer here. This is part of my campaign to have Mum

forgive me for biting Cooper. I am trying to remind

Mum how cute I am and how she needs to keep me

in the family and not sell me to any passing pirates.

How do you think I am doing?

Corgis on Cute Overload! Whooo Hooo!

Check it out! Corgi story on Cute Overload!
(Finally the attention we so richly deserve! - Dozer

Time Out to Say Good-Bye - from Cooper

Our pal Rascal left us yesterday and headed to the Rainbow Bridge. We didn't have time to say good-bye and our hearts are very sad tonight. We told the squirrels they could win tonight because we just don't want to fight. Tonight we remember how fun Rascal was - he was a rescue too and he made his pawrents so happy in Iowa when he came to live with them. He was just 12 years old - but for a corgi, a good, long life.

We met Rascal on Dogster.com and while we never met in person, because he lived in Iowa and we hang out in Oregon, we felt like he was an old friend. We dog-mailed and shared pictures and got to be great pals. So we say "Good-bye" old friend! We will see you on the Bridge in the twinkling of an eye. Lots of prayers for your parents tonight - but don't worry, we will take good care of them for you. Love, Dozer, Dottie and Cooper

Such a majestic pose from such a naughty corgi! BOL!

Rascal and his Mum on their steps. Don't they look like quite the pair?

And look at the Halloween decorations!
Rascal got lots of holidays in with his parents!

Looking good in a new scarf!

That wonderful Corgi smile that shines down from the bridge tonight!


http://www.dogster.com/dogs/526753

Sleepy Sunday - Pictures by Mum, Sleep by Everyone else

Shhh, they are all asleep now...

Let's Celebrate Corgis - 'Cause We're Cute!

I told Mum it was time to have a Corgi Appreciation Moment (C.A.M.) and we needed to upload lots and lots and lots of corgi pictures...because it's all about ME! Mum says the only reason she is acquiescing to this request is because I am limping and my leg is bothering me. So let's begin, shall we? (Isn't this fun already?)

Can you ever have too many corgis? (The right answer would be "No")
Ranch style homes were made for corgis - no stairs and longer hallways to frap and yap in.
My favorite position - it says comfortable on so many levels!
This is a smart pup, he is starting early on his napping habit. Practice, practice, practice!
You can never be too cute when it comes to ingratiating yourself with the hands that hold the kibble.
Blues Clues is not to be trifled with! Who has heard of a blue dog anyway?
Another big stretch position, rates a 10+ on the cute-o-meter.

Browsing for Beds - Dozer

So I have been surfing the net while I have been on my forced rest schedule and look what I found! Yes, it is a Sleep Number Bed for dogs! Can you imagine how good this would be for my leg? I know, it is as though they made it with me in mind! And it is so reasonably priced ($185.00), I think Mum could buy one for me and perhaps Cooper (Dottie doesn’t like beds you climb up on so I don’t think she would want one).

Mum says she already has my “number” and I am not getting a Sleep Number Dog Bed and the closest I will get to it will be traction where she ties me up to keep me quiet. This is the sort of atitude that is keeping our economy in the doldrums. Here I am, a poor, injured, dejected corgi trying to massage the economy, lift America’s spirits and I am working with ninnies like my Mum! You have to spend money to make money! (Someone needlepoint that into a pillow).

(big sigh) I am going to go take a nap and then I am calling the toll free number to see if they will take a credit card order. I will get my vet to write a prescription for it or for one of those scooters they advertise. The Scooter Store says that if they can’t get your insurance to okay it, they will give a scooter to you and I figure I should get one. Then I can break out from this house and head down the road to the kibble factory!

Pig in a Blanket - The Movie

This is not for the faint of heart and children under 10 years of age should only watch in the company of a parent. You've seen the trailers, you've read the reviews, now it is time for PIG IN A BLANKET - THE MOVIE!

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!

I feel faint

I need to go lie down, I am too

weak to stand.

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!)

Pat Wray's Article on the Parade

What waddles around, comes around
By Pat Wray

I occasionally poke a little fun at people in print. It is my nature, and I justify it because my barbs imbed themselves in me far more often than in other people.Nonetheless, a few of my targets take it personally. I suspect them of an overly developed sense of self-importance, or perhaps strict toilet training.

Most people respond with good humor and poke right back in letters to the editor and e-mails. But very few poke with the light-hearted efficiency of the Corgis of the Willamette Valley.

Last year, while writing about the Corvallis Christmas Parade, I mentioned that the corgi owners showed a great deal of courage by appearing in public with their short-legged dwarf dogs, a friendly sideways swipe I thought would elicit a smile or two.

Adele Ullman, leader of the corgi crowd, sent me a pleasant riposte, which was followed by a dozen more e-mail daggers from corgi companions across the country.Members of the corgi clique, it turns out, take their dogs very seriously. Luckily, they don’t take themselves nearly as seriously.More than half of the e-mails I received shared stories highlighting the writers’ own dog-related wackiness, while emphasizing their pets’ absolute perfection.

Adele felt I had unfairly insulted their noble animals and thus owed the group penance. She mentioned walking with the corgi clan in the Fourth of July Parade.“Darn!” I said. “I will be out of the country then. I’m sure sorry. I always wanted to walk in a parade with corgis. Oh, the disappointment!”

For the next 10 months, my mind was corgi-free. But then came November and, with it, an e-mail reminder from Adele that I still owed Corgi Nation some sort of atonement.

Who would have thought corgi cohorts would possess such long memories? But having once agreed, I felt morally bound to take part. I was to walk, as it turned out, at the head of their parade contingent, wearing a Santa hat and carrying a sign: “I love corgis.” This in lieu, I suppose, of being placed on a rack.I searched far and wide for a good disguise, but settled, in the end, for hiding behind my seasonal blond beard. OK, it’s light blond.I learned a lot while standing there on Washington Avenue with the corgi contingent, waiting for the parade to begin.

Adele explained that corgis were developed in Wales to replace border collies. The collies were being kicked regularly by unhappy cattle so the Welsh decided to breed a herding dog so short the cattle couldn’t kick them.I believe it. That is, I believe she believes it.A more likely scenario, if you ask me, is that a mad 19th century geneticist, fresh from his work developing tumbling pigeons and fainting goats, decided to breed legless dogs.When asked why, he would cackle wildly and say, “To crawl in after ground squirrels and force them to the surface, where we can stew and eat them, har, har, har!”

So, while the corgi coterie thinks of their dogs as the successful end of a long breeding effort, I suspect they are simply a hesitation on the downward trajectory of the evolutionary elevator. Next stop: a belly covered in scales and an undulating slither.Naturally, I did not mention this theory to the corgi cabal. They were busy by then following behind their dogs as the little animals waddled from one side to the other of Fourth Street, visiting every smiling child under the age of 90.

Perhaps that is the fundamental truth about corgis: It is not possible to look at them without smiling. And corgis love smiles; they gravitate toward them, use corgi magic to expand them, then share them back around to the rest of the crowd.Corgis don’t even mind if you are laughing at them, because they know they have the last laugh. No matter who’s leading, who’s following or who’s holding the leash, corgis are in charge.

Pat Wray is a free-lance writer and longtime local resident. His general-interest columns can be found in this section on Fridays.