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Likes: Snuggling on the bed
Pet-Peeves: He does NOT like the word no and he's insulted when it's used. He does not like the blue cat who continually rubs on his face and sticks her nose in his ears.
Favorite Toy: The blue cat's catnip toy!
Favorite Food: Anything he can beg, borrow, or steal that is not dog food.
Favorite Walk: By the pond where he can watch the ducks.
Best Tricks: Ci does not perform tricks, he is above that.
Arrival Story: I located Ci through a rescue group. He was actually still with his original breeder. He had never had his "fluffy" coat clipped and he had very little socialization.
I went to meet Ci (who had another name at the time), they had the wrong picture on the rescue site, I was expecting to meet a regular coated Pem. I really didn't want a LH dog. However, my adult son who was along for the ride told me I just couldn't leave him there once we had heard his story. So Ci (pronounced KEY) came to live with us.
Forums Motto: Please address me as His Royal Corginess
The Groups I'm In: ♥♥♥ CLUB CORGI ♥♥♥, ♥♥♥ Fluffy Corgis Unite! ♥♥♥, Fancypants Cafe, HAVE A HEART, Oklahoma Pembrokes!, Tulsa Oklahoma Dogsters, ~~~*♥Dog Park USA♥*~~~
I am declaring myself an abused little corgi. There was an ice storm at my house. Last night, my mom sent me outside and it was COLD and SLIPPERY. I did not like it one single bit. When I came back in, I TOLD her that I was not going out again until she made all that nasty stuff go away. Then I told dad the same thing!
And I stood my ground..... well.... until this morning.....
Then I couldn't wait any longer and HAD to go out. It was even worse outside then it was last night. Now I know some corgi's like the cold and ice and snow. However, I was raised in OK...we are not suppose to have that nasty weather here and well frankly I think there should be a law against it!
I have decided I do not care for the little box mom calls “video camera”. First.... she follows me around the yard with it, trying to find my stinky spot. Well I showed her, she can follow me all she wants….I refuse to show her what I’ve been rolling in. I do not care if she says I’m a stinky boy! I like my spot and if she finds it, she will remove the “item” that makes it smell so good!
Then....she also caught me coming when called. This is not something I’m prone to do. When I first came to live with my forever family and they called me I would RUN AWAY as fast as I could. Then I realized that they wouldn’t chase me or hurt me or lock me up, so I would just stand and stare at them. Sometimes I would come because they gave me cookies. THAT was a BIG MISTAKE, because then they learned my weakness. So they started something called “obedience training” and they used COOKIES! That is incredibly unfair to a poor little corgi dog. Because you know we NEVER get enough cookies. Now sometimes I forget and even come when cookies aren’t involved, it’s very sad…..
Mom has been at me with the scissors! How could she? I am so embarrassed!!!! Ok, I do admit that I found some DELIOUSUS dead thing in the yard to gobble up. This in turn caused me to have a bit of tummy trouble. However, just because my fluffy bunny butt was a bit messy, did she HAVE to come at me with the scissors’?
After a couple of days, my tummy finally calmed down. Therefore, on Saturday I was so RELIEVED to see my stylist. She had to work very hard to “fix” the disaster that mom left behind. If it were not for all the COOKIES she gave me, I would have been a nervous wreck. I am once again absolutely gorgeous. After mom picked me up, we had to go to the Pet store so I could show off and have everyone tell me how beautiful I am. In addition, mom got me a new sheep pad for my crate. She also bought me another toy! The poor delusional thing keeps hoping that someday I will actually play with one of the toys she keeps giving me. I almost feel sorry for her, but not enough to play with toys!
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