My First Corgi
Last weekend I met my first Corgi. Her name is Piper, and I might be in love, but there is something I don’t understand.
What the heck is going on with her legs?
I mean, I know it’s a breed thing, but don’t they look about five inches too short for her body?
Please don’t tell Piper I said that. I’d never want to hurt her feelings. But it seems like God was laughing when he designed Corgis. He said, “Let’s make it absolutely gorgeous, but with legs so short it looks a bit like a dust mop. Or a footstool. That might be fun!”
I reminds me of the giraffe. “Let’s make a leopard-print horse with a neck longer than its body, a crazy tongue, and a tail that definitely looks like an afterthought.”
God definitely has a sense of humor. Both the giraffe and the Corgi are proof of that!
Have a great Wednesday, friends!
How is your Wednesday going?
Mistress Patti has her hands full.
Well, actually, her lap is full, and it’s full of Labs.
Personally, I can think of nothing better on a cold day. We’re snuggly. We’re warm. We’re super cozy. It makes the middle of the week a little less annoying.
Wishing you a wonderful Wednesday! Stay warm, peeps!
You asked for it, and you got it! This is the moment I met my new family.
Sorry the video is so short. Madame was too excited to film. But wasn’t I the cutest??
I think I was around three months old in this photo and I already weighed thirty pounds. Most of it was my paws. They seem bigger than the rest of me, don’t they?
It’s hard to believe this was a decade ago. Time flies. I now have a gray snout, and my boy is a grown up man. But I’ll never forget this moment and neither will he.
Have a great weekend friends! 🐾
In honor of the Youngest Son’s birthday, I’m sharing the video I share every year. This is when Monsieur finally relented and let our family get a puppy. They had no idea what they were in for, but it was a beautiful moment. ❤️
Today our boy turns 24. I’m so lucky I’ve been able to spend nearly all ten years of my life with him. He’s kind, funny, handsome, and so smart too. He’s also a wonderful snuggler and the best boy a dog could have.
Even though he’s grown up and has a real job and lives far away now, he’ll always be my boy, and I’m so grateful he chose me.
Happy birthday, Youngest Son. I love you to the moon and back.
xoxo
Capone
Life With Four Labs: A Close Up and Personal Perspective.
I’ve started most of my posts this week with the words, “Poor Mistress Patti.” The same holds true for this one.
Poor Mistress Patti.
We all want to sit on her, or at least next to her. But Mistress Patti is not a big human. She doesn’t have enough lap for four adult Labs.
She calls this, “Wrestlemania.” I call it a Labradorian pile up, or maybe “Douchecanoery to the Max.” Either way, it’s not very comfortable for Mistress Patti.
I’ll say it once more.
Poor Mistress Patti.
She has the patience of a saint.
Not all heroes wear capes.
Poor Mistress Patti. So full of good intentions. She wanted to start the new year right—with some time on the treadmill. She didn’t take into consideration the fact that there are currently four derpy Labs staying in her house.
Labs are not the most cooperative of creatures. We don’t make the best decisions. I’m not sure how Henry ended up on the treadmill, but he’s actually pretty good at it.
The poor decisions come from the rest of us. Do we seriously think we’re all going to fit on the treadmill at once?
Poor Mistress Patti. They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Perhaps that’s where this treadmill is going. We’re on the road to hell.
And it looks like Henry is leading us there.
Heaven help us. 😆
Last year, on Small Business Saturday, Madame went shopping in Beaver and brought me home a special treat. I sure hope this happens again. I do love a special treat.
Life is better with surprises, don’t you think?
We highly recommend Wags on 3rd for all your doggie needs. They have food, supplies, toys, and beautiful baked goods for all your puppers.
Also, the people at the shop donate cookies every week for dogs at the shelter. That’s so amazing. I think Madame should shop there more often. I mean not for my benefit of course. It would be to show support for a local business and help one that gives back to Beaver County Humane Society.
It’s not all about me.
Truly.
But speaking of me, can we take a moment to admire how handsomely and properly I’m sitting in this video? I’m really such a good boy. And I look positively regal, don’t I?
Enjoy the last days of your holiday weekend. I know I will!
This week has been…interesting.
In addition to the election, which made many humans either terrified or elated, other things happened this week as well. One friend had a daughter who ended up in the ER with pneumonia. Another friend had a father-in-law who fell and broke his kneecap. Another friend let us know she’s in treatment for cancer. And Monsieur tweaked his back.
It’s been A WEEK.
In addition to that, Madame noticed I’ve been panting oddly for no reason. It’s been going on for a few weeks, but when she took me on a walk Tuesday, I struggled. She didn’t even take me on the hilly trails, just the flattest part, which is a bad sign.
She decided it was time to call the vet on Wednesday, and I went to see the vet Wednesday afternoon. The good news is that my heart is in great shape. Madame was worried it could be congestive heart failure (that’s the kind of week she’s having), but it’s not. The bad news is that there is definitely something going on with my lungs.
The X-ray showed what looked like snowflakes in my chest. Since I have not eaten any snow at all, this was a surprise for everyone involved.
We aren’t sure yet what is going on. The radiologist read the X-rays yesterday. We should hear back from our vet today. I’m on antibiotics, and it *seems* like the panting has improved slightly. But, because it’s me, Madame is assuming I’ll have some kind of rare fungal infection only found in llamas in the Andes, or a disease that sounds like it came straight off the pages of “Little House on the Prairie “ (Consumption? Scarlet Fever? The Pox?).
That last one might be an STD, which, oddly enough, the actress who played Ma Ingalls got from one of her fellow cast members on the show, but I digress.
The point is that we’re hoping to figure out what’s wrong with me today. We have an excellent vet. Everyone in the office is so kind to me. And Madame has been extra nice to me this week as well. Also, the Youngest Son is hom
My old Lambie died a hero’s death, torn apart in a struggle for dominance between Luke and me. That resulted in a solemn burial (aka Madame throwing her in the garbage can while I watched, in abject misery).
I guess I understood why she did it. Lambie stunk. I mean, she reeked to high heaven. And although Madame attempted to get a replacement Lambie (which was actually Lambie 3.0, since I’d been through two others), she bought a mini-Lambie instead.
Who the heck wants a mini Lambie? Lambie 3.0 was ridiculous.
She could tell I was disappointed, so she came up with a plan. Madame is good at making plans…sometimes.
Enter the newest member of our family. Lambie 4.0. Fresh out of the box from Chewy. All white and fluffy.
And I hate her.
She smells wrong. She tastes wrong. Lambie 3.0 was tiny, but at least she had a soul. This thing is soulless. It’s nothing but stuffing and fake eyelashes.
I’m not a fan. I’m not sure what to do. Maybe Madame needs to try again, but our house is being overtaken by Lambie toys and poor decisions.
Sigh.
Maybe she should just get me one of those peanut butter filled bones. At least they are useful.
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I got to hang out with little Moonbeam and Luke yesterday. It was fun, but it would have been more fun if the baby had sent some food our way.
We had great hopes. Sadly, she doesn’t throw food. She just eats it, and I feel like she may have been mocking us.
And she did something unexpected before dinner. As I was walking past her, she turned, opened her mouth, and pretended to bite my butt.
Maybe she was really hungry. But she didn’t actually bite it. She just did it to get a reaction from Madame and the Oldest Son, and it worked. Madame gasped and Moonbeam thought that was hilarious.
She already has a great sense of humor and a naughty streak. She is awfully cute though. Those pigtails are a riot.
And she played fetch with me. Kind of. She gave me Luke’s ball, then chased me around the house, squealing.
What did I do?
I ran. I’m not used to little humans. Also, I was worried about more butt biting. She’s small, but she has lots of teeth.
Eek.
Have a great Sunday friends. I hope no one tries to bite your butt today.
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I know you all worried that I had nothing but a rock-hard, inedible doggie cupcake for my birthday treat, but that was not the case. Madame, Honey Bee, and Laurel Leaf also decorated yummy gingerbread cookies for me.
Aren’t they cute and spooky?
I thought the Munster’s theme song fit. You know, since they are vampire and ghost cookies. But the girls wrote my name on them. They even wrote “Happy 10th B-Day” on the ghosty one. That was a nice touch.
I hope you have a great Friday. If the Munster theme song is now stuck in your head, I apologize, but that’s not a bad thing, is it? It’s a great tune. I kind of dig it.
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Yesterday was my birthday. I can’t believe I’m already ten. I don’t look a day over seven, if I do say so myself.
You’d think Madame would make an effort and get me a special birthday treat. Instead, I got a sugar-free, rock hard doggie cupcake. The thing was inedible. I nearly broke a tooth.
Madame had to take the offending object away from me. She was seriously worried it could have been a choking hazard.
Don’t worry. I still had a good birthday. I’ll share a happier video soon. It involves special cookies that Laurel Leaf and Honey Bee made for me. Those were a nice surprise. Much better than that cupcake.
Yikes.
Enjoy you day, friends! I’ll be announcing the October book winner very soon!
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