April 14,2006

It's almost summer here! Since I'm a northern girrrrllllll, it's still amaaazing to me that OK gets so hot so early.

I can't stand the heat! Luckily, I get to just lounge around indoors with the air conditioning. My mom just laughs and says "well, you do have this big double coat, you need to keep coooool."

Mom's still on that diet kick. PLEASE SEND CHOCOLATE.

I tink a baff is in the works. I don't like baffs. UH OH! Would Mom put me in the washing machine??!!

One of the catzzzz told me that. His name is Freddie II, and he likes teasing me. Sometimes he just looks at me and I won't walk past him! Mom says that he's just having fun with me and I need to just sashay on by.

Mom's getting on a fitness kick. She has some hurted places from old injuries and some awful-ritis; but she found a great new DR and she says: we're gonna BOOGIE and ROCK 'N ROLL!

I don't know what that means. Winnie says that she and Mom used to go for walks and had fun before Mom's hurted places got worse. She says that we all need to get up and GET FIT!

Har-rumph. Yeaaa, right. Winnie likes lounging around on the dog beds, upstairs and downstairs. Sure, she likes playing ball, but boy, she likes the air conditioning now too.

Mom has these DVD thingies with exercise stuff. We DO OUR BEST to help her out. Like, we come over and lick her face, or we flop down by her when she's on her mat and we cuddle up. Winnie likes to stand by her and tickle her neck or legs.

For some reason, Mom says that's not helping. WELL! If these exercise thingies are so good, won't they be better with doggie kisses and the extra work in say, doing something with a Corgi added on or a German Shepherd as part of the workout?

I fink we're helping, a lot. But I fink that Mom's so low on chocolate that she's kind of confused about this.

SEND CHOCOLATE. Mom has limited everyone;s treats. This IS NOT RIGHT OR NORMAL; WITHOUT CHOCOLATE MOM IS GETTING WEIRD!

She says she may get a bicycle. Now, I ask you, from what I've seen, where is there room for me? Or Winnie? It's a bad idea, if you asks me.

It's all because of this "laying off the treats thing."

We'd go buy her lots of chocolate so things can get back on track here, but the storezzz won't let us in; and they won't take chewed-on bonezzzz in trade.

And we'd even give up our best bonezzzz to get Mom chocolate!

Nellie

March 14, 2006

WAG YOUR TAIL, EVERYBODIES!

Does anyone have a cookie? Mom has all of us on diets. Even her. Can you please send chcolate to her? The other day we caught her tasting our new gourmet cookies! She said that they tasted good, didn't have as many chemicals in them as human stuff, and maybe she'd munch on one now and then.

OUR COOKIES! She was testing our cookies!

Mom got us something nice. We live in a house with steep, slick wooden stairs. So Mom got some really pretty stair treads, and oooh, the difference it makes! She said she was worried about my back especially, and Winnie's and I's hips.

She's still busy decorating and renovating the house. Today she came home all excited and said we were going to get pretty new flooring in our TV room. As long as it cleans up good, we told her!

Mom's been pretty busy running in and out and doing 'fings with her friends. We're glad, 'cause that makes her happy. Not that we like it when she leaves US, though.

But she leaves us with important jobs. She always tells us "Winnie, guard my house. Nellie, guard my house. And take VERY good care of each other."

She says the last part is the most important part.

Nellie Bly

December 8, 2005

Hi everybodies! Mom and Winnie are all silly about the snow--they don't know SNOW! But they're both cute.

The cats just want to lay around and snooze. They pile up on Mom's bed; she says she doesn't know where she finds space to lay down! I think they could have their own beds, but I guess cats don't like to do it that way!

Boy, that Winnie! She's a regular work-a-holic! I keep trying to tell her: just look cute! But she says noooooo, that a working dog is a happy dog. She's sweet, but she's really serious, 'cept when she plays.

I snitched a chew bone today from her stash! She didn't know what to think when she walked in and saw me chewing away. That was funny.

Mom spent a while brushing my hair today. That felt really good. It's that ime of year when we have to worry about dry skin from the indoor heat and the effects on our coat. A girl has to keep looking good!

We're all on diets. I thnk this is a bad idea. I think roly poly is CUTE! But Mom just goes on and on about being healthy and getting trim and all that stuff. Why?

I say "if there's a cookie, eat it. It was meant for you!"

Please send chocolate to our Mom. She doesn't keep it around when she gets going on this diet thing, and without it, well, she gets a little bit snappy. Luckily, the Schwan's guy came to visit us, and she got some stuff with chocolate. Now she's all smiley again.

Now, I ask you--if something makes you feel good, why WOULDN'T you eat it?

I've got to remind her what "living Corgi" is all about. It's silly not to eat what makes you happy!

WAG YOUR TAIL EVERYBODIES! (And send chocolate! Puh-leeze!)

It's My Barkday!

Hello, everybodies! Today is my official birthday, which we all know is really a barkday! Hurrah!

My mom picked this as my barkday because I came to live wif her on Nov. 30, 2004. Ohhhhh, I wasn't the same sparkly little girl. I was scared, and sooooo sick. My life had been hard and lonely.

But then, in the middle of a snowy night, my Mom got me from a big noisy placed called "the airport," and took me HOME. I'd never had a home or a Mom before, as I worked in a puppy mill, or so the rescue folks thought--that was after I was found in the woods, thrown away 'cause I had gotten too old, sick, and then I was caught in a wild animal trap! De bottom picture of me all skinny and sad and wif my ears down crawling onto my new Mom's lap is from the day after she brought me home. Ohhhh, she snuggled me and took me to the vet--well, lots of times over the next few weeks, but she made me better!

I didn't know what to think when my new Mom hugged me when I first gots there with her. I smelled bad; I was embarrassed but my teeths were infected so bad I couldn't eat, and I had hurts all over me. But she just hugged and hugged and said "WELCOME HOME NELLIE BLY, I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU!'

! She takes me to this big, warm, happy house with a really biggggggg dog woofing at me, and all these creatures call cats looking me over. Well, that big dog is AKC CH Winnie, and now she's my German Shepherd sister. And all dose cats, they's my family too!

And oooooh, now it's been a whole YEAR, and I learned how to be loved, and to wag my tail, and to play, and to bark and protect my Mom, and to talk, too!

I loves my Mom. When she's home, Winnie and I never leave her alone, not for a minute! We looks after her! The cats do that too--de other day, four of us kept her company when she went to de bathroom. We believe that we should keep an eye on Mom all the time, and that makes her smile and laugh, too!

Party with me on my barkday! C'mon: WAG YOUR TAIL EVERYBODIES!

That's it, WAG YOUR TAIL for me, Nellie Bly, 'cause it's my barkday and ooooh, there's love all over the place!

Then go rescue someone like me, or if you can't do that right now, give a Nellie Bly barkday present of monies or food to somebodies doing rescue!

Nellie Bly

It's Saturdaaaay!

Hi Everybodies!

First, I'm feeling MUCH better! My Mom gave me stuffs at home and I got better! I didn't even have to go to the vet. They told her she did a good job. Dat's MY MOM!

Now she's all excited. She's going to a fly-in this weekend at Will Rogers' ranch. That sounds scary to me; and I hope it doesn't mean she's going to be waaaay up there doing silly stuffs. I've seen dat on TV! She likes adventures and sometimes I worries about her. But Winnie tells me that our Mom is just like that, and we just have to do the best we can looking after her. She says Mom is just going to watch other peoples fly around.

Sometimes she goes places we can't go, and dat isn't somefink we like at all. Winnie says that as long as Mom has fun, we can put up with not being able to takes care of her all the time and I haf to learn how to do dat. (But I know dat Winnie talks one ding, but worries, too. She just wants to make me feel better.)

One of Mom's bestest friends is Will Rogers' great-niece. Mom says Will Rogers, a Cherokee from right around here in Oklahoma, was one of America's bestest funny persons and story tellers. But he and Wiley Post, a very brave and important pilot, got hurtet and died in a plane crash.

So family and friends give them a memory party at the ranch. Mom's friend is getting to fly in on a Vietnam-era helicopter! She's excited because she's never been on a helicopter. Mom has, on something she calls a Jolly Green--but I thought da Jolly Green Giant made my green beans??!!--and she sez Coke--dat's her friend, not the drink!-- will love it. Coke likes adventures, too.

We can't go because dis here is OK and it gets way too hot, Mom said.

Our PupPal Hamlet is feeling better now! We're glad to hear dat!

Mom sez we have to get busy so I need to get off the 'puter thingy.

Remember: WAG YOUR TAIL, EVERYBODIES!

Nellie Bly

August 11, 2005

Guess what? Winnie & I have new pup pals! Ooooh, that's so exciting!

I'm not feeling too good again; I heard my Mom say that she thinks I have allergies and will have to go to the vet again. She gave me some aspirin and cuddles. She says that because I wasn't taken care of before I came here that something she calls my immune system is "compromised." I guess that means that I can get sick easier--but Mom always knows, right away!

But ooooh, my, we had a really scarey thing happen. Winnie got REALLY sick close to the end of July. The vet who bought our old vet's practice wouldn't listen to my Mom and just wanted to go home on time and wouldn't help Winnie. Winnie was frowing up and then she was pooping just blood, blood, blood. Mom cried. I tried to help make her feel better.

Then a friend helped Mom get Winnie to an emergency hospital in Tulsa. For the very first time, I had to be here alone, wiffout Winnie or Mom, and be in charge of taking care of the house and the cats and efferyding. I did my bestest, but I was scared and lonely, and worried about Winnie and Mom, so I was glad when Mom came home the next day --and with Winnie! Oh, I was so happy to see my Winnie! She's my bestest friend, next to Mom! Ooooh, with Mom and Winnie away, I had so much to do, 'cause I knew Mom was counting on me to look after things here. She hugged and petted me and said I did so good and she was so proud of me. I was glad I did good and could help out like dat!

Our Winnie had HGE, which can kill a dog real quick, Mom says. But the doctors at the hospital there, and our new vet, took good care of Winnie. And our friend, and our friend's Mom, was so good to my Mom. Winnie had to spend part of another day in the hospital here; then she came home.

She didn't feel real good for a few more days, so Mom, the cats and I had to keep an eye on her. But Winnie's brave, and our new doctor did good, and Mom always takes real good care of us.

Other than that, and my feeling not-so-good right now, we've had fun, fun, fun! We love haffing friends come and visit! And we have a really special friend who likes us a bunch, and pets us and tells we're wonderful!

Right now we're crossing our paws for one of our pup pals, Hamlet, who had to have an operation, Mom said, and he's having a hard time getting all well again. We sent him a get-well card on the computer; Mom said that would make him feel better. We all worked on it together.

It's been really hot here in OK, so hot we can't use the upstairs part of the day. Mom says we need rain really bad, so I am thinking that maybe the Snow Dance we were doing on Corgi-L will help us out.

Dat's what I have to tell you for now. Remember, WAG YOUR TAIL, EVERYBODIES--EVERY DAY!

Nellie Bly

July 13, 2005

Hi everybodies! Have you wagged your tails yet?
I had to spent the weekend with the doctor at his place. My ear hurt and I frew up. He said I had an inner ear infection. What's dat? I only know about how I can wiggle my ears!

I missed my Mom and Winnie. They were both glad to see me. Mom started teaching me how to get into our SUV with a step stool. She's short, too, you know.

Tonight I'm not feeling so good again, so Mom's upset. I wish she wasn't so worried, but then again, nobodies has ever worried about me before. I guess I really am special!

Mom used to work for NASA, so today she was all excited about the space launch. Then, she said, they "scrubbed." Is that like when the vet's nice peoples gave me a bath? Anyway, whatever broke, I DIDN'T DO IT! (I say dat because, well, once, hiding from a thunderstorm, I broke a big floor lamp. Mom didn't care, she said. But I feels bad. How can I build her a new one? I don't know 'lectricity!)

It's really hot here. Winnie and I are mostly laying around keeping cool. Mom should too, she's been bouncing all over the place. She needs some nice chocolate ice cream.

Winnie was so funny. After she kissed me hello and wagged her tail, she ran to her bones to protect them! But guess what??!! Last night I stole one of the bestest ones! Mom thought that was really funny.

REMEMBER: first thing, every day, WAG YOUR TAIL, EVERYBODIES!

Hi Everybodies!

First things first, my Mom says. So I want to remind you: first thing, every day, WAG YOUR TAIL, EVERYBODIES!

My Mom feels better, but then I got sick so Mom took me to the vet. I have an inner ear infection, so I have to stay at the vet's place where they have lots of good medicine. But Mom said that while I was resting, I could start my diary.

I asked Mom to put in the last picture on this page. I don't look my prettiest because that was the morning after Mom had gotten me from the airport in the middle of the night. Oh, I was sick in so many ways then (and scared of lots of things)! As you can tell, I knew I was safe, even though I didn't yet know my new Mom. But I wanted to curl right up in her lap. She has a soft voice and her touch is gentle.

Then look at the top picture. Aren't I beaaauuuuuutifulllll??!! That's after my Mom has been taking care of me for six months.

I hope that other peoples will think about taking in a rescue like me. I'd like for other good doggies out there to have a chance to be adapted--uh oh! Mom says the word is adopted--to a good home with lots of love. AND COOKIES!

Winnie & I had a little fight last week. We upset Mom. We both feels bad about that. Now we knows how to not fight about stuff like that. I started it, but I got scared--I suddenly felt like I was back in a place where I had to fight to live. Mom calls it a "PTSD" moment. I don't know what that is, but I learned that we should never fight. We were in the doghouse for a couple of days!

Winnie has been worried about me, and has been giving me kisses on the top of my head and checking me as I got sick. Mom was up a lot of last night with me. I didn't mean to, but I frew up. I was 'shamed of me, but Mom said it wasn't my fault.

Winnie is silly sometimes! She takes all the bones! Then Mom gives me one. The minute I drop it, Winnie runs to it. Then I get to go snitch the best one from her pile!

Winnie is scared of thunderstorms and so am I. I have a special place to go hide, or I stay by Mom. Mom says she loves thunderstorms. We don't understand that and we tries to tell her: this is BAD stuffs!

Our Mom is a writer. So she spends lotsa time on the 'puter thingy. We tries to get her to not stay there too long. And she's busy with doing what she calls "working on the house." We dink it's fine right now but she likes to play with it. I guess it's her toy. We heards her say that she's picking out "purple" for her upstairs hallway. Did she mean "pupple?" Are we getting a pup?

We'll have to just wait and see, I guess. She's really excited about stuffs like that. Her friends all help her with dat,too. The phone sometimes rings LOTS. Winnie is in charge of the phone--it's too high for me to reach! Mom giggles a lot on the phone. I don't know how dat works, but sometimes she holds it down by me and friends talk to me, too! Winnie talks on the phone better than me.

I was real quiet when I came to live with my Mom. I didn't want to do nuffings wrong. But now I know I can talk, so I talks a lot.

Time for me to take a nap. I have a nice doctor and the people here are really sweet. I don't like being away from my Mom, but the doctor says that I needs to get well and it's easier for Mom if she doesn't have to take care of me right now. I dink he's right. Every time I frow up, Mom almost frows up too, poor Mom.

WAG YOUR TAIL, EVERYBODIES! And if somebodies loves you, tell them you love them,too!

Nellie