Someone is dropping the ball here!

Cooper here. Our blog has had some serious issues of late. It seems "someone" has not been keeping up their end of the bargain and has fallen asleep on the job. I have discussed this with Mum and it shall be remedied very shortly. Until then, I think we all know who is responsible for this total lack of regard concerning the timeliness of blog entries and appropriate content. I will not point paws but I think we all know who that "someone" is.

Looks like "someone" is sleeping on the job to me.

Trip to Krausie

Tonight Mum took us to visit our favorite friend, Krausie. (His real name is Elwell, but we call him Krausie). We got to go in the car and hang our heads out the window and throw our drool to the wind. Finally we arrived at Krausie's farm and we had treats and got impatient while Mum and Krausie chatted and looked at things on the computer. At long last we got to be the center of attention (about time!). First, we sat on Krausie's lap

Cooper went first and got a nice rub down.

I chatted with Krausie on a number of topics.

Then we went outside.

This is Krausie's 1955 tractor. Mum loves it. Mum wants it.

Then I found bunny poop and stuff to roll in. I was in heaven, I still am. Mum says I smell "interesting" which is another word for "unsavory" or not so good. Here are some action shots of my roll in the poop de bun-bun.

Heaven is rolling in poopy grass.

Furry Whales - We Loves Them

Mum thinks this French group is outstanding and now she wants a furry whale. Who are we to argue?

Post Bath Nap

After a Sunday afternoon visit to the groomer for a well-deserved bath, Mr. Cooper has taken to his bed for a nap. Keeping one beautiful and perfumed can be a tiresome task and is best done infrequently.

Come to Mum...No Seriously Come Here!

Come here and let's have a picture...

No, you cannot have a cookie, just come over here...

Try not to look so put upon, this isn't killing you...

Would you please stand still?

Oh bag this, taking a picture with a wayward corgi

simply is not happening today!

I Gotta a Glow on For You

Mum is far behind in our blogging due to work and what is worse, she has not been visiting blogs either. We shall remedy this shortly. Thank you for your patience. I will just sit here and glow until Mum gets her act together.

Sleepy Monday

We're having a hard time getting moving this morning, please check back tomorrow.

I think NOT!

Mum found this on the Yahoo UK site which makes it all that much more appalling! I spent most of the 4th of July evening under the bed thank you very much and it was a lovely spot to ride out the fireworks. But the insinuation that keeping me out of the bedrooms might help someone's health is ludicrous! I have never heard of such nonsense. Mum always sleeps better when I have my face on hers...reduces her snoring to liveable decibels if you ask me.

~ Dozer

We All Have a Special Friend

 Mr. HedgeHog is Cooper's special friend

 He licks Mr. HedgeHog and keeps him very clean.

 Sometimes they just sit together and think about life.

Dozer has many special friends who get consumed on a regular basis. That is all part and parcel of being a corgi!

Fine Art Graces Our Life

Mum's picture from Howie PeePants' Mum, Nancy Medina, arrived at work today! Isn't the oil painting gorgeous? Mum has hung it in her cubicle so when she twirls around to get up she looks at it and it reminds her of gardens, flowers and wonderful old doors. Our Aunt Nancy PeePants is a wonderful artist and has her own website at http://nancymedina.com/. We don't go there (Mum does) because we go see our cousin Howie at his blog at The Pugpant Chronicles. Truth be known, we believe Howie does most of the painting and that his mother is taking the credit. We have no proof but there are rumors.

Mum got another painting of a sunflower and she has that on her desk at work. It too is beautiful but Mum isn't sure how she can get a photo of it without bringing unwanted attention during work hours. You can understand her dilemma! BOL!

Grant Me Patience....

I apologize for our last entry on eating toilet paper. Mum finds these little idiosyncrasies entertaining. I find them mind numbing. Please send help, I am trapped in a home that is completely governed by a post-menopausal woman who is easily amused by the antics of a senile Cocker Spaniel. This cannot be normal.

How to eat toilet paper

First, steal a big wad of toilet paper from
the roll in the bathroom.

 Find a comfortable place to consume your treat.
The bed is always a nice place.

Tear the toilet paper into small, edible

bits. Don't worry about what falls off

the bed.

Stuff as much as you can into your mouth.

It will become sticky once you get
your drool all over it. It may stick
to your teeth, use your tongue to
move it around.

Use an up and down motion consistently
to insure you make a nice paste of the
toilet paper.

Once your face resembles Elvis Presley,
you have acquired the grace and
style needed to consume toilet paper
at any social function.

Bon Appetit!

Just a Reminder

Summer is here and no dog should ever be left in a car - even with the windows down. Our Mum only lets us sit in the car with her. She says it is because she does not want us to overheat but I think it is because she doesn't want us to take the car out for a spin without her. For pete's sake, I would keep both paws on the wheel, it isn't as though I wouldn't pay attention. Maybe it is Cooper she is worried about.

Hide and Seek - Cooper Style

"If I can't see you, then you cannot see me." - Cooper

Old Dogs and Old Shoes

Old dogs, like old shoes, are comfortable.
They might be a bit out of shape
and a little worn around the edges,
but they fit well."

- Bonnie Wilcox 'Old Dogs, Old Friends'

How to Eat a Chewie - Lesson 1

Grasp the chewie firmly between your jaws.

Be confident, show the chewie you are in charge.

Determine which side of your mouth is your chewing side.

Move the chewie to that side of your mouth.

Clench down with an assertive snap.

Careful not to chew too deliberately so that the chewie

slips down your food hatch. This can provide an

opportunity for choking and tends to upset the parents.

Chew until the said chewie is completely soft and small in size.

Only swallow when the chewie has been determined to be

of small enough size to be consumed.

There is nothing quite so indelicate as throwing up one's chewie

on the living room rug. Chewies with rug bits are not on the menu.

Check the floor for any extra bits which may have fallen

away during the food exercise. Use your tongue to gather

any stray consumables which may have gone wandering.

Finish by having a water chaser to clean your palate.

Note to new chewier consumers: One chewie per day is appropriate. More than one per day may promote flatulence (gas) and bring tears to your parents' eyes, for all the wrong reason.

Let's Play Pig in a Blanket!

I'll be the "pig" and you roll me up in the blanket!

I'll just roll myself inside this quilt and then you won't be able to see me.

 Can you see me?

 Can you see even a little bit of me?

I see you!

(big yawn) But now I neeeddzz to sleeeeepzzz...

Cooper, do you want to play?

Hmmm, I guess not.