Last weekend...

Simon, waiting patiently behind our booth at "Wag Fest."



The boys really didn't think that whole x-pen thing was fun, but they were really good. We actually saw two other Cardis that day. A brindle, from a distance who we didn't get to meet, and an 11 month old who was whoa oh my goodness huge. He had at least ten pounds and four inches on Simon, and he was a pink, too! All I got was a shot of his tail, unfortunately, but Simon were all excited to see each other, and immediately set to wrestling. They played for a bit - it's funny how Corgis know other Corgis, and they all play like Corgis. ;)

Yawn....

Dad, I'm tired... let's take a nap now, okay?

(Note: Caleb is busted right now. He's on a lead, because he figured out something at work again - again, unlike all of my other dogs who never have been this clever. He figured out how to get through the cat door in the back room, and one of the employees had just put down a can of cat food and the dry food bowl. I noticed he'd teleported because Simon was moaning miserably with his head stuck in the cat door, watching Caleb chow down on cat food. Needless to say, this evening he is ah, 'jet propelled' and on the leash because I don't trust him not to sneak and potty under the kitchen table.

... it's a good thing he's cute. Otherwise, I bet corgi tastes a lot like chicken. Or alligator. Let's go with that, mister sharpyteeth.)