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Dog park days.

It starts off with probably my most favorite thing in the world: a car ride.


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.

Hiking.

Sooo me and mom and a bunch of dog park people and pups went hiking yesterday at Merril Creek Resevoir!

(Santi and I drove most of the way)

Much to my dismay, I did NOT get to ride shotgun.

Needless to say, we had lots of fun.

And exercise.

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.

Hot dog.

Mom got my Halloween costume in the mail yesterday.Can you guess what I will be?

(Minus the mustard)

Oreo

This is Oreo. She is a 2 year old Border Collie mom is determined to train. So far she got her to walk nice on leash, but she is going to need a lot of work. She barked and snarled at my mom like crazy when her human mom dropped her off but once she left Oreo was mom's best friend and glued to her.

Needless to say I was wildly jealous, and we kind of got into a little scuffle, but we got over it. Mom took her to the dog park, around the lake and I even got to walk with them.

THENNNNNN.............. mom got out the HOSE.

And all was right with the world!

Responsible Dog Ownership Day

Saturday was my very first time in NYC to go to the AKC's Responsible Dog Ownership Day in Madison Square Park.

Let me tell you, I am not a fan. Big scary cars, huge buildings, feet ready to trample you... I am a suburban chick indeed.

I also got microchipped! Crazy, huh? I'm CHIPPED! I didn't cry, either!

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.

Then I almost freaked out for a second, thinking this was RUSTY. But mom assured me it was just a fancy Pharoah hound -- much more elegant than Rusty, wouldn't you say?

I finally got to meet a corgi face-to-face! Kind of. Well, he wasn't really interested but it makes for a pretty awesome photo, no?

The best part of the whole day had to be the little dog run. I got to play with tons of new friends and tons of PEBBLES. They were not so cool because when we ran real fast sometimes they would get kicked up -- particularly in our humans' faces....

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!

Addicted to Myspace.

So I finally succeeded in creating my Myspace page.

I must say, it is one of the better ones out there.

I already have almost as many friends as mom! And am busy making "thanks for the add" and "showin' some luv" blingees to post on my friends' pages!

This is pretty exciting.

http://www.myspace.com/lolaisacutecorgi

And my URL name is very modest, wouldn't you say?

My arch-nemesis.

I know it's hard to believe, but someone as cute as me is often targeted on a regular basis by my arch-nemesis at the dog park. When he comes strutting in, ignoring all other dogs of all sizes, and staring me down I know I am no longer allowed to run free and play.

Rusty is here.

Rusty is an athletic Viszla, and a real jerk. He's been targeting just me for a few weeks now. If mom doesn't eye him stalking me first and shoo him away, he usually dives for me, barking and snarling in my face, and chasing me down.

I reply with screaming, freezing, and other "leave me alone, PLEASE" tactics.. but I guess we can't all be genius herding dogs, can we?

And so.. Rusty remains. A jerk, that is.

This picture to the left isn't Rusty per-say, but it's a Viszla and since Viszlas are kind of boring, someone decided they should all look identical.

Maybe Rusty is mad that I am unique with one blue eye and he looks like every other member of his breed? Nevertheless, I am a sensitive girl and know when Rusty has entered the park.

I usually hide under the nearest bench, because he is tall, scary and lanky and cannot fit. Who else wouldn't be afraid of that stare he gives me from across the park?

I always keep my composure.

Just... not when you turn me loose in the woods =]

I'm SO blaming it on the rain

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...

I'm kind of famous!

Soo mom decided to submit a kinda old picture of me wearing my $50 engraved jeweled name tag to Glamour Dog since they have a CUSTOMER pictures section! So I'm on the pretty much last page showing off my bling, but I loved it anyway.

THEN mom gets an email stating they ALSO put my picture on the actual page to BUY the jeweled name tag.. so I am a dog model at last! So check me out!!

AND buy a cute name tag for yourselves.. I'm only on my second one! Hehe!

AND yes. Lacey's is in the mail, after me having mine for months, it is her time for BLING.

Who says Corgi don't swim?

I find it pretty amazing that I went from being scared of the hose to willingly padding around puddles, lakes and ponds -- as long as I can touch the bottom!

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.

I think someday I will be an all-star swimmer. At the age of 1 I am already conquering the baby pool (definition: standing in it and observing the world around me), chasing geese into the lake (definition: realizing that that wet stuff is NOT a continuation of the land, and abruptly scrambling out after my head has gone under), and eagerly chasing the hose water as it sprays all around me (when I'm not hiding from it).

Oh yeah.

Someday, I'll be famous.

My mom

I have known my mom a little less than a year now, and in that time she has had just about 42 different hair colors.

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!

It's insane, really, and I just do not know how much more of this I can take. It's like she's trying to disguise herself and hide from me! I'm not going to get bored, mom, just stop before your hair falls out and then nobody will recognize you!

Needless to say, my mom's kinda strange.

But I love her anyway, of course!

How I got my "party girl" image

I learned early on in life to take it easy on the partying. At the ripe age of just 3 months I was out at the clubs all day and night, partying with the wrong crowd, starting fights, pulling hair... then mom broke out the LEASH. At first I tried to convince everyone it was a fashion statement, and even got a few other pups to start wearing them just because I was. But it is a sad reality -- I was leashed for my foolish ways.

I begged and pleaded with mom -- trying to convince her I'd never go to those parties ever again! I wouldn't eat the cat poop, I'd leave Lacey's toys alone, I'd do anything....

But it was no use. I was on lockdown.

Little did I know it would help my career and give me my BAD GIRL reputation that all the other pups crave!

Alas, the notso glamourous aspects could not be avoided. This was me just 9 months ago, during my first stint in rehab. How could you lock up that face, you ask?? I don't know -- the justice system is cruel, what can I say.

But I could not resist the party animal inside of me, and when I was released I had a minor relapse. I was back in the clubs, and passing out in my food bowl all over again. I was a mess.

I let down my family, my friends, and probably my fans but I needed one last hurrah before I became an "ADULT" -- oh, the dreadful words! It's a wonder how I keep my youthful look and complexion after I was aged so quickly by the fast paced life of a young starpup.

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.

I now channel my extra energy and urges into the great outdoors! I have taken up swimming, hiking, fetch, frisbee and jet skiing as hobbies! I hope that these new found things will keep me on track and out of the clubs!

Okay so maybe I don't jet ski.

Yet.

Where do I begin?

Well, let's see.

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--



BUT.

There was Fat Lacey.

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.

I also developed an obsession with the now almost 13 year old family cat, Patches. It's rather unhealthy, I must say. Sometimes we chew on eachother, other times we share the couch and gaze out the window at the world.

So here I am a year and hundreds of photos later! Many of these photos can be seen on my Dogster page which was developed a few weeks before I even came to my forever home.

And that, my friends, is the beginning of a very, very long and ongoing story.