When a Corgi meets a Corgi...

Goin' through the Rye...

Okay, it's more like tall road-ditch grass, but it didn't rhyme!

(Hahah, that wasn't my favorite book! It's funny, I kept a lot of books out of my classes, but that wasn't one of them.)

Beautiful day!

Caleb was determined to keep up with us on the walk today. You can see how tired he is, but he refuses to admit it. Admitting you're tired is for wimps.

Corgitude

Caleb's got it.

All the dogs did really well today; it was so gorgeous out I ended up working in the yard. I also learned something about cultivators/rototillers, holy moly, don't get one too close to a chicken pen fence. That thing grabbed the wire and ran right up the side of the pen, scaring me to death. I forgot to let go of the handle to shut it down, and had this horrible mental image of me calling into work saying I wouldn't be in for months because I was missing a chunk of myself.

Got it shut down, though, and all was well. I was much more careful. I can say it turned a day's worth of work into a few hours, and that was really nice. Super easy to turn all the bedding in there and get it to drain better!

Caturday #3

I needed a hug-picture today to think happy warm fuzzy thoughts on. Got into work this morning, and people were downright nutterbutter today. Fine, dealt with all of that, but then the employee that was supposed to relieve me called in sick. What makes me grumble is that I'd planned on seeing if I could get over to Mercer today to meet up with a fellow Cardi lover and that tanked, but... also...

I have been fighting off a cold for a week and a half now. I'm sick as a dog, can't shake the cough or the sneezing. She calls in to tell me she's feeling, "A little achey," so she thinks she better stay home or she'll give it to us.

I'm like... are you such a rather um, unobservant person not to notice that the manager and I have been sick all week? Ugh. So, yep, worked the extra hours. It was Riley's birthday though, so he got a fake dog brownie, and he was a happy dog. Simon had the groomer come out and give him a bath and I really need to work on my dog's table work -- darn dog falls asleep when they dry him with the blower. Not much stress there, huh?

Dis Wubba....

Is mine. Get your own Wubba.

It's funny, I never had a hoarding Shepherd. I mean, even when I had four Shepherds in the house, they all politely shared their toys with each other. If you gave four dogs a bone, they happily went to the corner and ate their bones, each dog knew that they had a bone. It was fair, to each have a bone. If they got up to get a drink, they came back to find their bone still where they had left it.

Corgis? Not so much. Four bones means that one dog wants all the bones. They hoard them like little stubby dragons on treasures, breathing fire at any other dog that thinks about approaching their space. There's no growling, just an angry if looks could kill eyeball.

I don't put up with hoarding here, and they know it, but it's hilarious that even after all this time one of them will try. They know that they're not allowed to keep all of them. After me going, "uh uh, share," that dog will sadly, sorrowfully move off the treat to let everyone have one, while looking at me just in case I happen to change my mind.

Now, that said, Simon and Caleb are happily sharing a hoof together. I guess that body part just isn't the same as those lovely, lovely beef bones.

Attack of the Killer Caleb!

Caleb VS Matt, round one. Everyone else was chasing the Wubba, but Caleb decided he was taking down bigger, tastier prey!

He's suddenly turned into snuggle puppy, too. Awww, wow, though, he's brave. Went to the barn today and the horses wanted to touch him. Unlike Simon, who ran pell mell back to the car and asked to be put in, Caleb reached out and bravely sniffed noses. Then he licked her. Everyone was like, "Oh, so cute!" and Abi (the rescue horse) was like, sniff, sniffle, sniff, and then made a face. Stinky puppy, apparently.

I personally think Caleb was checking her flavor. ;)

Ain't No Companion Like A Blue Eyed Merle!

I have to say, I love blue eyes on a dog. I have a lot of customers who can't stand them on Simon, I just love them. I think I can see more of what he's thinking, for some reason.

I always wanted a dog with blue eyes, even as a kid. Our Old English Sheepdog, growing up, had one blue and one brown eye. (Not that you ever saw them; he was my dad's show dog, in full show coat. Dad also used to pay me five bucks to wash and dry his dog. I was like, "WOW, five bucks!!!" Five bucks bought you a Breyer horse at Bi-Mart, so I was so there! Now, I think back on that and realize he was paying me five dollars for eight hours of grooming. Ooch!

Sheesh, my dad knew how to get the most out of his kids, that was for sure.)