June 30th 2006 9:16 pm
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I'm a whole five months old today--yay to me! I've come a long way since moving into my forever home, and I couldn't be a happier little booger. Unfortunately, I got weighed today and now my parents think I may go from figuratively being a pig to actually, literally becoming one! My little Corgi self now weighs 23 pounds. I guess it's easy to grow so much and so quickly when you get lots of yummy food and love. I'm definitely loved around here, but I hope that my treats don't get cut down because of my big Corgi-butt. ::pouts::
My mommy has been saying some really nice things about me lately, and since they're planning (next month) on moving to an acre of land in the beautiful mountains near here, they say they want to add another Corgi to the family. I don't want to share their love any more than I absolutely have to, so I'm not too happy about that idea; except they want a girl, and WOOHOO, that might make it worth it. You see, my mother is upset that she never knew just how amazingly intelligent and full of personality we cute little Corgis are, and she didn't find this out until after going 36 years without a wonderful dog like myself in her life. She doesn't know how she survived all those years without a Corgi, and she wants to add at least one more to enrich their lives twofold over what I've done to them (especially since my Mommy is sick--I'm like her magic little medicine). I just hope she's cute. :o)
May 13th 2006 3:33 pm
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Dang, that Mommy of mine is wrapped around my little paws. All I had to do was learn to give her my paw and she acted like I was the greatest thing since sliced bread. If I'd known she'd act like that, I would've started giving her my paw two days ago when she first started saying "paw" to me. I had no clue what the crazy lady was trying to tell me, though, so it's silly to have any regrets with that.
Time to go; I gotta go figure out if she's trying to teach me something else so I can get even more stuff from her (I've perfected the paw thing--I'm so smart ::evil grin::), especially yummy liver treats and belly rubs/scratches.
::waddles away from the keyboard still wondering why giving my paw on command is such a big deal::
April 13th 2006 9:19 am
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I love my new home; it actually feels like I've been here for years! I feel totally content and happy with my new family, and most importantly: I feel safe and loved.
I've learned all the routines around here (my favorite being "treat time!"); I've already learned my name and come when I'm called; I walk well both on and off a leash (my parents think that's important for some reason, but I'd rather grab the leash and walk myself, thankyouverymuch); I love to chase the cats and try to get my two dog siblings to play with me (they give me really big smiles with ALL of their teeth showing, while making a funny sound--I think they must REALLY love me); I sometimes have "accidents" while in the house, but I usually go on paper (and occasionally on someone's blanket to see what kind of reaction I can get for that), otherwise I do really well when I'm taken outside, but that's only because I get a treat right after I do it; when I'm outside and get scared, I always run to my parents and they comfort me.
I've got everyone around here wrapped around my little toes--it's so much fun to be loved and doted on so much!
I definitely have to get my parents' approval for most things that I do, but I'm really good at stopping whatever destructive thing that I'm doing if they just tell me "NO!" I think that makes them happy, so I like listening to them. My Mommy has already taught me to sit, but that's another thing that I do only because I get treats--YUMMY! Actually, I follow my Mommy all around the house in hopes of getting more treats. I never knew food could taste so darn good! I think I might be getting obsessive about it, and I try to eat everyone else's food. That doesn't make my parents or siblings very happy, but my siblings always get out of the way and let me have some of their food! I wonder why they listen to me already. Hmmmmm, maybe it's because I'm so bossy. But they're so big and I'm just a little thing--I can't believe I get away with it so often. Oh well, I'll take it while I can get it!
My Mommy is definitely enamored with me, and I LOVE to make her laugh and smile--it makes ME very happy when I can do that. I really "got" her last night when she told me not to go upstairs, but I'd already gotten to the second step when I realized what she was saying to me. So, instead of coming back down and letting her know that I'd done something I wasn't supposed to, I just laid down on the second step, put my head down on my front paws, and just pretended I was going up the stairs to sleep! I don't know what she said to Daddy, but they both sat at the bottom of the stairs laughing loudly. That made me want to do more things to make them laugh, so when they were busy talking and laughing, I got up and went up to the third step, and when Mommy said "NO!" I laid down again, head on my paws, and pretended I just wanted a new spot to go to sleep. I don't know if it worked, but I felt like such a silly trickster! I do hope they bought it, though: I don't want them to think I'm a bad boy who doesn't listen.
I'm very happy in my new home and I couldn't have asked for a better family to love me. The only thing that I don't like is my baths, but I love being held afterwards and having my fur blow-dried. I used to not like being held very much, but now my Mommy can hold me up on her chest and I'll lay my head across her shoulder and she'll walk around with me so I can enjoy the view from high up. I'm not going to like it when I'm too big to be held and carried around. Until then, though, I'm just going to enjoy it.