Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Then I get right to work. I deftly "herd" away any dog who even LOOKS at my mom. You cannot touch her, she is mine.
Then I usually meet up with Frida. She is pretty cool and one of the few dogs I actually like to roll around with and not just attack cause they're getting too close to mom.
And the fact that she's almost as cute as me doesn't hurt my popularity.
This is Daisy. She looks a lot like Toto, and, as you can tell, she is one of my choice pals, too. I don't roll around in the dirt with just anydog, you know.
And then, sometimes, when I'm feeling sneaky, I butt in on a big dog romp (like this one between my pal Harry and a Weimeraner named Link) and nip at their heels. They're so preoccupied that they never know it was me.
Monday, October 1, 2007
(Santi and I drove most of the way)
Much to my dismay, I did NOT get to ride shotgun.
I even learned to share MY lake, with nice dogs like Chumpy.
A good day.And on the way home, Santi made a fine pillow indeed.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Monday, September 17, 2007
I did, however, get to meet my long-distance cousins, the Swedish Valhunds! They are newly AKC-recognized in 2007 and I am happy for the short little guys! How cute! How much like me they look!
Okay, maybe mom was more excited to see them than I was.
Mom and I trying to look nonchalant and sophisticated. Okay, maybe I really just wanted to jump in.
All in all -- a pretty great day!
Monday, September 10, 2007
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Friday, August 31, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
So it's been raining an awful lot lately, and let me tell you, I'm pretty upset. Just look at that face... I want to go outside and PLAY or even get mauled at the dog park and I have been unable to do so!
I am going absolutely stir crazy in this house! Will someone give me a tennis ball? A frisbee? A sedative? SOMETHING????
Anyway, what's also got me angry is the fact that I am trying to open my own myspace account and they are just NOT cooperating. I mean, I've got the killer layout, 3468957 pictures of myself in all the traditional myspace poses, and even 2 friends!
BUT they just will not send me the stupid email to verify my email address! I mean, COME ON! Thousands of little myspace pups and teens join everyday.. WHYYY am I having such a hard time?? So I am unable to add friends myself (they can add me, though), display my friends on my page, post comments, NOTHING! It's just horrible! I even set up a yahoo email in hopes that would get the email faster than AOL but nooooo.
They just don't want me on myspace. I cannot imagine why...
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
I even SWIM for brief moments, paddling frantically when I step off the edge and into a less shallow part of the water. Once my paws rest on the rocky ground below, I am once again content.
Friday, July 27, 2007
Was she trying to confuse me?? A brassy blonde took me home, a brunette took me to obedience school, a girl with near black hair made me sit on the Easter Bunny's lap and now a dirty blonde is typing for me!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
By my first birthday, I was a new dog. I was matured, and even though I am now old enough to legally go out partying, I refrain. I am a responsible dog now -- I have truly learned a lot.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
I was born Peggy Sue of Missouri to a farm Corgi named Cowgirl on June 28, 2006. I was one of six, and am pictured at the far left --you know, the one freaking out. Couldn't you tell?
Clearly, I was the awkward, ugly duckling of my immediate family. Did I mention my one blue eye?? Mom chose me anyway....
...maybe that was just because I was the only female left in the litter.. but that's besides the point!
When did my life of luxury begin? Probably after my first class plane ride at 8 weeks old from Missouri to Newark Airport where my new mom and her parents came to get me -- in a limousine, of course. This was August 23, 2006 -- a day of infamy!
When I arrived at my new home that day, it was quite apparent that I was anything but the ugly duckling Corgi from Missouri. In fact, I was quite adorable, if I do say so myself. Clad in pajama pants with camera in hand, I was iniated into the limelight with flash after flash after flash after flash after....
They marveled over my cuteness, showering me with treats and toys. I was the star of the show, and it was only the beginning! I made my self completely at home--
I knew I was forgetting something! I had yet to win over the veteran of the household, then-7 year old dog-aggressive Australian Cattle Dog Lacey. She is the exemplary house-dog, with her obedience levels and natural intelligence off the chart. She does it all -- roll over, shake, do exactly what she is told when she is told it, and did I mention her expanded vocabulary? And the fact that she can catch a frisbee better than you?
Yeah, it's quite a lot to live up to. Nevermind the fact that this (unfortunately) Pet Store puppy (it was 1999 and mom was 12 -- they knew nothing of puppy mills, and thank dog they lucked out with Lacey in good health and all) had a disdain for her fellow dogs!
WHAT WOULD HAPPEN NEXT???
A natural tolerance and kind of friendship followed in those first days, much to the shock of my new family.
Lacey wouldn't even put me in my place, and let me steal all of her toys -- mostly from right out of her mouth. She never attacked me, and rarely tried to tell me she was boss. Her submissive nature allowed me to co-exist in the house she'd lived in since 3 months of age. How nice of her, right?? I guess she understands me, seeing as though we are both herding dogs and all. Or maybe she can relate to my ugly duckling story, seeing as though she was the clearance puppy that day back in 1999.