Show weekends...

My hand is finally feeling like an actual hand as of today, thank goodness. So behind on art, argh. I'm still debating what to do with Tristan the Terrible. So far my choices have not been appreciated; as in I need a winter hat and a set of earmuffs. But it's healing nicely - it's weird - I've been bit a LOT by cats and never had this problem before, but guess I was due.

(I better turn into a were cat or something for all this trouble. By day, I'm a mild mannered dog food retailer, by night, a furniture destroying, Corgi pouncing ball of furry evil.)

Met a bunch of new wonderful people at the show today -- aw, hi everyone I didn't get to say hi to for too long (I saw a whisk of Kim, I did, and drooled over her wonderful jacket but didn't get to say it.) Caleb says he totally appreciated the snuggles and the scratchies from his admirers who know exactly how to skritch a Cardi!

Kim and Yolanda already wrote it better than me on their blogs (Including Dash's amazing Conformationagility combo moment, wow!) so I'll just say that Dayl called me yesterday to say Caleb won BOW on Sat, and I was floored. In fact, I think I squealed and went running through the shop for a few minutes. At least I own a pet supply store; dog people can sort of relate to you doing that. Actually, I'm pretty sure I was frapping. <3 A major!

However... I know I make a lot of fun of him (since the Stripey Chompy Spazoid Noodlehead is my dog, I can do that) but there's nothing sweeter then coming home Sunday night and him creeping into my lap on the ferry and giving me the "I adore you and I missed you so much" face. I even accept that for that half a minute, he might have really meant it, and not because I had a peach scone in my hand that I was wolfing down on the way home.

No worries, we all shared. <3

Simon says he liked the eggnog one better, himself.

However, we're home... and Caleb has ensconced himself onto the sofa once again.



Once again, Dayl and Yolanda have been so gracious as to handle my boys, and it's so appreciated.

Edit: Sorry for the lack of photos guys... my poor Nikon is in for repairs. I miss it so. :( I'm limping along another cheapo camera. I may have to buy myself a little pocket digital for these moments.

Edit2: I really need a king sized bed. This is ridiculous. Warm, but ridiculous.

Bliss...

My cats ended up getting a bout of URI this week from somewhere, ugh. Of course, with his immune system on the fritz like it has since he was a kitten, D. had a bout with his herpes cycle this week culminating in a fever and blowing snot on Thursday night. Lovely. So, we were in the vet on Friday for him since he was already showing ulceration signs in his eye again. This time we were given the warning that if we can't get it under control, it might be in his best interests to remove the bad eye... which would be fine, except both his eyes are bad, so there's a good chance at some point the second one would have to go. I'd prefer not to even go down that road, so we're loaded up with antibiotics and antivirals and so far, so good. :) It's looking way better today.

However, while D is a dream to pill and medicate, easy as pie, I had to get some antibiotics for Tristan's eye. Yeahhhh, that's really fun. Darn nasty mean cat, man, at times I have to agree with my vet of all people - there are a lot of winding dark roads in our area where I could put him and no one would notice. ;)

I kid, mostly because he'd find his way back to our house and we'd be liable for all the children he killed for sustenance on the way home. So needless to say, Friday I made the mistake of not wrapping him in a towel because I thought Tris was fine... and oh boy, not so smart. My hand is finally not hurting from the gouges and the chomp.

So, I settle down to clean house and draw today, and what do I promptly do? I'm trying to be nice to Matt and clean the kitchen since that's his domain, and I wash the knives... and promptly drop one right into the palm of my hand. Yeah, so much for drawing for a day or two again, ow. I joked with myself that I should have done it right after Tristan bit me to draw out the venom if I'd had any sense.

Luckily, one of us had the right idea on how to take the day off... I really should have just flopped and done what Dusty's doing today. I am so glad he's feeling so much better.

To Infinity!!!!

And Beyond!!!

(Happy Halloween! ;) )

A day at the show in pictures...

(Yup, we were at a show this weekend, so... no Corgicatures for me today. I'll make it up later this week, promise! You're all dog people, you'll forgive me. ;) Instead, I'll share a few pictures from the show, haha. Nothing major to report - didn't do anything the first day, but Caleb got RWD the second and beat the dog who won the first day, so I'm happy with it!

Also, my camera is totally broken. Something's messed up and I've forced it into inside picture mode, but it's not a happy camper. So, forgive the lousy photos.)

Hi mom... I smell like flowers! :D


Huh... lookit that huge dog! It's ginormous!


Check it out ladieeees! Chicks dig me! :D (We have decided this is Caleb's tagline, haha! Man, he's just a happy little dude, blur and all.)


Only decent shot of Simon in the ring in two days. Sigh. He was having fun, but all the shots just came out lousy except this one.


Hi to the nice dog who won yesterday... (Who played nice with him for a few minutes, aw.)


Eep! Don't kiss me! Bella's going in the ring! I gotta look manly!


This is Bella! She likes me. A lot. All she wants to do is push me over though and punch me and chew on me. Mom says it's playground love. I just figure it's best to roll over. Girls are mean.


Phantom, the lap stealer, haha. She's just sweet, I love her.


Simon apparently takes great photos at the hotel room.


I'm on your side? Oh. I love you?


Thanks again to Dayl and Y for handling them for me, and I got to meet Emily and Dea and Cee! Which was awesome fun! :D Again, Caleb got knocked over and loved on by a girl. XD Poor Caleb. Girls just love roughing him up and licking his face. I keep telling him he should appreciate it, but he's not buying it one bit.

Clash of the Sofa Titans

It was a day of sitting. A day of raining. A day of utter inside boredom that had to be rectified, through any means.

So our mighty hero takes these matters into his own short paws...



"Oh ho, foul feline villian! I am liberating this comfy sofa from your clawed clutches!"


"We do battle, tooth to claw, tooth to claw!"



"Meanwhile, my faithful brother hears my plight and comes to my aid! Haha, striped nemesis! You will feel the Wrath of the Cardigans!"


"I said, comes to my aid, not stand there and laugh at me, Simon!!! Simon! Ow, Simon, give me some help here!"


BIFF! POW! SMACK! CRUNCH!




"...owie."


"Yeah, yeah, I hear you howling threats of revenge. Know what? It's just not threatening because you're hiding behind the bathroom doorframe while you're doing it. I wash my face of you!"

(Hahah, I think the drugs have gone to my head. Come on, icky flu, give up already!)

Corgicatures #4 - Spencer

Like I said on the last post, I had time to do two different sketches this week since I was laid up with this viral goo that's managed to take over my chest and set up home there for the last week.

So I'd lying there watching TV and realize that a half an hour into something that I'd been scratching a Corgi belly this whole time, because there were dogs happily taking advantage of this to the full extent. It was like ninja belly-rubs, I'd just see one working his way down the sofa, lying on his back, feet in the air and squirming right under my fingers. Sneaky little buggers.

Also, while I was so sick I sat and read everyone else's dogblogs. I have to say, I love reading everyone else's blogs - just a ton of fun.

Spencer has the cutest darn ears. I love the little odd spots he's got to offset his charming little grin. (Also, just like my crew, he knows how to work the system and get himself a belly rub, doesn't he?)



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Corgicatures #3 - Darwin

Had a little extra time this week (while I was full of viral yuck for five lovely, special days) and so while I was sniffling, coughing and choking -- I got to watch TV for a bit, drink tea, and doodle several sketches in between shuffling Caleb and Dusty around on my feet to keep warm.

I have to say, there's something adorable about Pink Cardis that makes them utterly adorable. It's like looking at a wagging, happy ball of cotton candy.

So, here's Darwin and his Best. Toy. Ever. Frisbee!!!!!



Hey, I loved my frisbee when I was a kid too. I used it to scoop up the water out of the ditch with the green scum and flip it at my sister. Needless to say, I bet Darwin doesn't get in as much trouble!

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