Tonight I got a facial from Coco.
It isn't April's Fool Day yet, but it sure feels like it.
The day isn't over yet. But I already declare it a good day. Yummy bone!
Turkey crossing
We encountered a large turkey family during our walk. My favorite birds!
The cheeseburger was good, but THERE WAS NO BACON!!
Baxter's Bath
Oh, it was terrible. Here's a short clip and two pics. I have decided to only post the beginning and the end of the bath. What went on in between may be too intense for the young pups among my friends due to the very graphic nature of the shots.
When life throws you a bone, chew it!
Following up on my previous post, I would like to stress that today was actually a super stupendous corgilicious day. My spirits were lifted already early in the morning. And as the day progressed, my nostrils filled with a sense of (be-)longing and happiness., After dinner time I felt replete and happy in knowing that tomorrow will be provided for as well (mom shoved several left-over containers into the fridge). Aaah, life is good. Good night, corgi nation!
My dearest furiends. After yesterday's brief bout of depression, which might have left you worried about me, I have to say that today was much better and enjoyable than yesterday, and my spirits are lifted.
We are picking up our holiday bonus pay.
Walks are more fun with a friend.
High Alert
Today I am on high alert! Even when resting in my bed, I do not dare close my eyes entirely, or tuck in my ears. I am extremely apprehensive. The reason? Zelda P. von Puggle was dragged into the laundry room this morning. I immediately went to my hide-out.
Typically, when Zelda gets a bath this means I'm next. But today? .... Nothing happened. Can you believe it? I am still dry! I can't believe my good luck, however, ... I will move very very carefully....
Furiends, corgis, countrydogs!
Lend me your perky ears to yet another injustice I had to endure!
This evening I was told: "Either you lick this plate with turkey and mashed potatoes and bacon spic and span, or no breakfast for you tomorrow morning!"
How could I possibly defy such a cruel ultimatum? Zelda and I did our best to obey, and just look as these plates! You could just put them straight back into the cupboard the way we licked them clean. Don't you agree? Zelda and I even double-checked each others' plate to make sure that not the tiniest spot got overlooked.
So here's the proof of our most meticulous work. We even remained on stand-by in the kitchen until the very last minute. If I'm not served breakfast tomorrow, it's REVOLUTION!!!
Group photo
It was a pawsome time! 2015 CorgiCon at Ocean Beach, San Francisco.
Enjoying my flavourful bone.
I always like my bones best after I have rolled them in the dirt.
The sweet flavor of mother earth. Yummy!
Having fun at Fort Funston.
Oh my dog, this can't be true!
I swear, in dog years, I just had a bath yesterday!
Oh, the deception!
Instead of being properly asked: "Who would like to have the
collar put on first for the walk?" (which I interpreted the question to be) I was entirely misled by this seemingly innocuous and ambiguously shortened question "Who wants to be first?"
I now realize that I should haven taken a clue when mom started busy-buzzing in the laundry room... Before I even knew it, I was picked up, carried down the stairs into the torture chamber, and placed into the sink without a way to escape! I surely did not sign up to be first for a BATH! Oh, the wet, ever-so-wet water kept dripping down my back and down my belly.
[But I have to admit: there were some really relaxing moments during the back massage...]
