We gots a new friend

We have new friends from a place called "Down Under" which Mum says is located on the other side of the world and a couple of latitudes lower than us. We think it looks very beautiful in Down Under. Rory and Stella live Down Under with their parents and seem to have a very nice life. You can visit them at their blog Stella and Rory (or is Rory and Stella?)

My neck is better or Mum thinks so and of course it is all due to peoples and dogs likes you. Thank you for your prayers and good thoughts. I took two walks this week and had a good time. Now Mum says I have to lose 6 pounds. This concerns me. Deeply.

Love, Dozer

Walkin' with Mum

Mum took Dozer for a walk around the block because that is all he is allowed. Then she came home and got me for a walk to the park. Mum says I have gained a few pounds that are not healthy from all the apples I have been eating this fall and now we have to start an exercise program. I like programs. I watch them on television.

We walked down to Philomath Park and I checked out the piles of leaves, left pee mail for friends, laid in the sun until I was panting, and then we walked home. It was very nice!

I had a bath at the groomer yesterday (I got to go in the car) and they did a "touch-up" trim because I get cold in the autumn. Mum says I look like her little bear and I don't think that is necessarily a good thing. She said with my hair trimmed she can see my tummy which is a bit larger than she would like. But she said my fur is very soft and I smell really good. Then she saw all the burrs I got on our walk - honestly, that woman gets unraveled over the least little thing. What is the big deal? So she spent a ton of money at the groomers and now my hair is all matted again - and the problem is? I guess I have a date on Mum's lap to get de-tangled so I have to go.

Coop is such a woose

Cooper is such a woose, he spent the whole night on the couch or by my cage. I was fine, I didn't need company. But he seemed compelled to stay by me - it's not like we have ghosts in the house or anything. The least he could have done is to try and get the doors open on this prison and get me out of here! But no, he was keeping watch and the next thing you know, he's pulling z's and laid out like a rug again. Sheesh, what's a corgi to do? I did figure out that once I pee or poop, my walks outside end. To that end, as it were, I am holding everything as long as I can and turning a deaf ear to Mum as she pleads for me to do my business. I bet Chrissy, the vet tech, would take me for long walks. I do miss her feeding me by hand. Mum looked over the top of her glasses this morning and said "Not on my watch young man". Now I know what it is like to be sentenced to prison, the big house, up the river. I need a lawyer and I need one fast!