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A Cardi's Life

They're talking about a new dog!

There's alot of talk around the house about getting a new dog. Now, I know there's the pack next door to keep me company, but it would be nice to have a housemate around on -our- side of the house. Christie has been phoning and e-mailing with the Old West Newfoundland Club Rescue in Texas. They're the closest Newfy rescue to us. So far, all of the options they presented fell through, or were already spoken for, but now there's a young, brown male named Arlo that might be a strong possibility. He's not particularly "well-bred".. kind of small for a Newf, but he is very very handsome. But, he has to pass the "cat" test before we drive all the way to Dallas to get him. If Arlo doesn't work out, then what Jose really wants is for us to get a puppy. That would work too. If this future Newfoundland turns out to be anything like Kirby I say bring him on.

The Foster Pup & Me

I miss our foster puppy. Georgia spent much of May with us then went on to her forever home. As you can see from our video, Georgia & I were best friends. I may be an old girl with some creaky parts, but having her around was like being a puppy again. She's a cattle dog mix of some sort, but she's small, just 15 pounds or so. That meant I was able to play full out with her with no fear of getting hurt. It was so much fun. So, from MY perspective, we weren't doing Southpaws Express the favor by taking care of Georgia.. they were doing ME the favor of loaning us a playmate for a month.

Morning Ball Games Rock

I'm delighted to say that I am now back on my regular morning ball game schedule. As soon as my owner gets her coffee poured.. we head out to the back yard for a round of fetch. I've noticed that she no longer uses the tennis racket to launch the balls all the way to the back fence. But, that's okay, I'm one happy Corgi whether the balls are tossed long or short.. bounced or rolled. Fetching is sheer bliss in any form. If I do say so myself, I'm running pretty well these days. I still have a little hitch in my getalong on one of my back legs (that's southern for, it doesn't work quite right.) Nevertheless, I cover a lot of territory and I'm still fast. These are the moments that make every penny we paid for the surgery worth it.