Welcome Monday, We've Been Waiting for You!

It's been a long rainy weekend. We have waited patiently, looking and waiting for Monday to arrive! We aren't sure if the days on the calendar arrive by car or if they arrive on the wind.

 This is me, Dozer. I kept watch best. I didn't just keep watch for Monday, I kept my eye on that dang cat from across the street.

Dis here is Cooper. He didn't keep watch very well, in fact you can see he has his eyes closed...he took numerous naps. Monday could have sneaked in and moved in without us knowing when he was on "watch".

Words Cannot Describe This Sleep Position

Sadly, you cannot hear the snoring or the little pfffftt's coming out...well, you know where

It's Chilly Out Here - But We're Walking!

Mum made sure we had our regular evening walk even with the snowy weather and cold temperatures!

 This is us checking out pee-mail. I tried to roll in something and that made Mum start yelling something about "Nooooooo!". Honestly, the woman goes to pieces over the least little thing.

 Yeah, yea, Cooper and I are touching. Get over it.

 Creeks and streams are almost over their banks! Too cold to play in the water though.

 Snowy afternoon/evening at the park.

But in the midst of winter, there is still a touch of spring - crocus'.

Time for hot tea and a morning nap, so says Cooper.

Snowing here - yes, in Oregon!

"Let's keep watch from inside, my paws are getting cold!"

No Idea at All....

I have absolutely no idea how that toilet paper ended up in the hallway, torn to bits and wet with slobber. Call my attorney if you have any more questions. ~ Cooper

Pet Museum

Mum found a new website called the Pet Museum that has darling pictures of dogs (and kats). She thinks she might go through my puppy pictures and see what is newsworthy for our blog. (All my pictures are newsworthy). Cooper doesn't have any puppy pictures because his suitcase was empty when he arrived and he was 9 years old. So, that blog entry will be all about ME!

This picture is from the Pet Museum website/blog.

Sleepy Sunday on the Chair and Bed

 There's always room for a corgi on a Laz-E-Boy.

Cooper enchants me with his little legs and cute butt.

Dozer is Mr. February!

Thank you to Corgi Butts for making Dozer Mr. February in your yearly calendar!

If you haven't visited Corgi Butts, please click here to visit this great blog!

Mangominister - the Drama Continues

Dozer's Mum here: Not content to eat rat poison last Saturday, this Saturday Dozer ate almost a pound of almonds flavored by wasabi mustard. (Yes, that hot little green mustard that garnishes sushi). Made by a well known American almond company I checked the bag and it had no definitive warnings aimed towards dogs. Called the veterinarian, who after their eyes stopped rolling, said she did not think Dozer would be in danger from consuming so many almonds. The vet suggested I call the Poison Control Line and not tell them it was a dog, just a person that weighs 34 pounds. Of course I told them the truth, I had a 34 pound wayward corgi had consumed almost a pound of almonds. The folks at Poison Control stated that the almonds would act like fiber so just stand back and all would be well.

Cooper remains nonplussed about the entire situation.

We did receive the following, again from the Judicial Branch of Mangominister...

Jed and Abby in MerryLand has left a new comment on your post "Unwanted Attention from the Judicial Committee":

Someone's been watching CSI; latex gloves, indeed. We did read the earlier post in which your mom clearly set out the circumstances of Dozer's Unfortunate Event [happily, not a Series of Unfortunate Events], so we know Cooper was not guilty of trying to poison his brother. He merely tried to make use of the event, although whether he intended to benefit himself or his brother in the Mango Minster competition is not quite clear. And while Abby does have a sense of humor, Cooper, we assure you The Law does not. We understand from a private communication from your staff that the problem is being dealt with medically, which demonstrates discretion and contrition. We wish you well, Cooper, in your recovery. Dozer, too.

Jed & Abby, L.B.E., Official Guardian of Judicial Ethics for Mango Minster 2011

PeeEss: our verification word was "ecrim." Coincidence? Cooper, are you an e-criminal? 

We continue to feel that Dozer is simply making unwise decisions in his eating choices but that Cooper is reveling in these emergency phone calls and visits to vets. We can only hope Mangominster ends soon before Mum's sanity deteriorates any further.

Unwanted Attention from the Judicial Committee

I told Cooper that we are totally in trouble now. We received this from one of the Judicial Judge types of Mango Minster 2011.

Abby is SHOCKED to read about this behavior. [Jed, too]. We've gotten a bit behind, as Abby is busy trying to monitor so many judges and contestants in Mango Minster, in her capacity as Official Guardian of Judicial Ethics for Mango Minster 2011. So we just read about Dozer's near death experience. We are so very glad that, thanks to your mom's quick action, he was quickly and effectively treated.



As this was not an attempt to bribe the judge [although it was certainly an attempt to deceive the judge], Cooper's offense does not technically fall under Abby's jurisdiction as Guardian of Judicial Ethics. However, Cooper, Abby strongly suggests that you look deep within your inherently good sportsman Cocker soul and then apologize to your brother. We prefer to hope this was a momentary abberation, perhaps brought on by a little jealousy at all the extra attention Dozer received following his Narrow Escape.

Jed & Abby, L.B.E., Official Guardian of Judicial Ethics for Mango Minster 2011

 

Does this look like the face of a trouble-maker, I ask you. No seriously. I am asking you. Well of course not. Just a 13 year old Cocker Spaniel with a little spit fire in their soul and a sense of humor. And the rumors that I actually fed Dozer the rat poison are totally untrue. And even if you think I did...well I would have worn latex gloves on my paws to keep my identity secret.

Disaster Averted in Mango Minister Competition!

We regret to inform our readers that Cooper was caught on the computer last night attempting to send the judges of Mango Minister a missive stating that his brother, Dozer, had consumed rat poison over the weekend in an attempt as a grandstanding as a ploy to garner the sympathy vote in his class in Mango Minister!

I would like to state categorically that Dozer did not eat rat poison to ingratiate himself with the judges of Mango Minster. This type of behavior is uncharacteristic of Cooper and was met with complete shock and dismay.

Cooper has been put on short rations when it comes to treats and has had a stern, yet gentle, talking to about this sort of behavior.

Dozer was completely overcome with a justifiable desire to commit homicide and had to be reminded that being "crackers" does not include a need for an anger management course.

"Yeah whatever...I need a beauty nap for the Diva division."

Sleepy Sunday - Diva Style

That was a close one!

Dozer was visiting a friend with me and found some rat poison hidden under a staircase (who has rat poison for Norwegian wharf rats in Oregon?). By the time we got to him, Dozer had consumed it all. I threw him (not literally of course) into the car and we were down to the emergency vet in under five minutes. He was whisked into the back, given an injection to induce vomiting and he produced the poison pellets. I brought a packet of the rat poison with me so the vets knew exactly what he had ingested.

He is home now sleeping due to the medication they gave him. He will be on Vitamin K for two weeks to help with his blood clotting. This is all precautionary, the vet felt they had gotten most of the poison out of his system.

Trip to emergency vet: $189.00

Grey hair on Mum: More than this morning

Taking baby boy dog home: Ecstasy

Peace of mind: Priceless

We Won An Award! with Diva Picture

Our pal Kirby gave us an award! We are just shallow enough to think we actually deserve this award and we're tickled pink to put it up for all to see!

Apparently one must share 7 things about yourself as part and parcel of accepting this award, so here goes..

(1) Cooper bed surfs if you rub his butt. He scoots all over the bed and makes moaning noises.

(2) Dozer can hold his pee for up to 23 hours (although his Mum will not let him do this) - his previous owners shared this with his forever Mum when she picked him up.

(3) Cooper does not like to poop when he is on a walk on a leash. He's kind of shy about that but he has gotten better after 4.5 years with the family.

(4) Dozer pretends to yawn and makes a small growling noise when he feels he is being ignored or Cooper is getting too much attention.

(5) Cooper plays psychological tricks on Dozer which Dozer falls for every time, hence the reason we play "Musical Laps" in the evenings.

(6) Both boys eat Canidae dog food because it keeps their weight just where it should be.

(7) Cooper sits right in front of the gas fireplace in the family room so that he becomes almost thermal nuclear in temperature and the room remains freezing cold. He sees no problem with this.

We would like to pass this award onto some friends of ours

The Casbah Kittens (click here to visit)

Bouncing Bertie (click here to visit)

Country Corgis (click here to visit)

Emmitt the Pug (click here to visit)

Martha and Bailey (click here to visit)

We know we were supposed to give it to 15 friends but Mum got tired and if we left you off, go ahead and take the award with our blessings. We would just love to read the 7 things about you - I bet there are secrets you can tell! BOL!

 Some Diva huh? Someone should tell Cooper that Diva's don't let their tongues hang ten like that!

Yeah, the girls go crazy for me in the pool. See Mum on the right? She is holding those crazy girls back, they just want to kiss me forever. Really.

MangoMinster Entries Checking In

Mum has been very busy at work and then she took a trip to Seattle to see Dad to celebrate their wedding anniversary. She apparently is not quite so diligent in seeing to our entries in MangoMinster and we will need to remedy this toot suite!

I am committed (figuratively, not literally) to being the top Crackers Dog in the show. I have worked all my short life to be the epitome of what a crackers dog should be.

Cooper, on the other hand, continues to be the diva of the house - I mean really people, who demands to be wrapped in a blanket on top of the bed before retiring? Cooper does.

Cooper's constant posing is really getting old. What about me? Moi?

Look at those eyes people - nothing says crazy and crackers like big, melt-your-heart eyes.

Look, who else but a Crackers Dog would eat a tomato? Hmm, I ask you that!

Mum says it is past our bedtime so we will regroup tomorrow night and I will talk about our bribes to the judges. We have come up with some rather unique items which we feel may sway votes in our direction. Oh who cares, skip Cooper and just let me win!

Is it time to start? ~ Dozer

Is it time to bribe the judges of Mangominster? Because we are ready here!

 I am going through all our toys to see what would be appropriate to send to the judges.

Apparently some of them are worse for the wear..but they are still delicious!

Cooper is going through our bone collection to see what we can spare.



Except that I had to wake "the diva" up to help me in this endeavor.

Oh heck, this is going to take forever...

For Your Consideration - CRACKER Entry/Dozer

Crackers? What exactly does that mean? A little wild? A little out of control? Well if that scares you, then I am your dog. I am Dozer and I define CRACKERS!

 Santa, I told you not to cross my path. I just had to teach the jolly old fellow a lesson but now he knows what CRACKERS means!

 I can hang onto this toy until you agree to another hour of "fetch". You'll never get out of this alive kid until you agree.

 Being CRACKERS means being able to fool the parents into thinking you are adorable when you are really formulating new and wonderful ways to destroy the house.

 The stories of my drug abuse are totally exaggerated. I went to Passages in Malibu, California only to support my friend Brittany Spears. Apparently they mistook me for a patient and the next thing I knew I was in a detox unit and flying on methadone.

 But my time with Brit was good for my work on impersonations. I've got my Elvis act down perfectly now.

 Being CRACKERS means being ready for any party, any time, any where. Time for the Spring Frolic? I'll bee there!

 Christmas? Is there an egg nog bowl? Show me to it!

 How about we play pirates? I have a wading pool and we can play "walk the plank"!

 See, I can look normal...

 ...but eventually the crazies surface again and the next thing you know...

 I'm attacking the hose and tipping over the pool!

CRACKERS? Yeah, maybe. But who else plays fetch as good as I do?

For Your Consideration - DIVA Entry/Cooper

What is it to be a DIVA? It is a life of work, modeling shoots, meeting one's fans, more photograph dates and of course managing one's image in print and on products. Is it an easy life? No but when one lives in the public arena, one must dedicate themselves to the beautiful life. Let me share my DIVA life with you.

 Yes, I am a male model. To keep myself in the spotlight, I visit my personal groomer monthly for a shampoo, cut and dry session. I use a variety of products depending on my photo shoots for the next week or so.

 Occasionally I will have a little wine to loosen up during a modeling session, but I find it can make my tongue somewhat loopy, so I try and it keep it to a minimum.

 I am not wild about the seasonal modeling jobs but I will wear what the fashion houses dictate. Thank goodness I didn't have to walk the runway in this monstrosity!

 When I first started out I did have some centerfolds taken for a magazine. I have since started litigation to get them back. It was a mistake, let's leave it at that.

 Portrait studies are always intense but I look straight into the lens and let my soul shine through.

 I try and do some public service photos when I am approached. I also try and visit the troops when the USO does their fun shows.

 It is exhausting being on the road, so one grabs shut-eye when one can.

 I always take time to meet with my fans, after all they have made me the DIVA I am today.

 I really enjoy the on-site photo shoots, particularly the beach.

 Note the nice angle to my head - I have a strong profile.

 Of course wearing a blue vest only accentuates my powerful chest, which the ladies love.

 Oh dear, another seasonal picture..

 ..they are so tiresome, it is hard to make some holiday fashions pop. Orange has never really been my color.

 I do, do some paw modeling. My fur can be high maintenance but it is worth it.

 I am politically active and try be on the cutting edge of what is coming out of Washington.

 I do endorse some products, mainly footstuffs and the contracts always stipulate an unlimited supply of the product. For that reason I focus mainly on biscuits.

 After consuming enough of the product I have to take a short nap to digest my endorsements.

Most people think of a DIVA as a bad thing and we can only blame Martha Stewart on that. No, a DIVA is not a bad thing. We are just different. We are beautiful and that makes us special.