Have you seen this video of Milton, the corgi who doesn't want to walk? And is blessed with a perfectly slippery, clean white office floor? Hehe, here it is if you haven't!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Friday, March 18, 2011
Blog Award
The rules for accepting this award are to thank the person (or pups!) who gave you the award, share 7 things about yourself and link to 15 recently discovered bloggers. I am also supposed to contact them to tell them about the award, but I am still discovering a lot of the big, popular dog blogs who would either scoff at my baby blog or whom ya'll already know about, so I'll just keep it to my list :)
Blogs:
1. The Briese Moon (They gave Laurie and Sadie the award, so we found them)
2. Corgis in my Garden (I LOVE THE CORGI TOPIARY! may I just say? :)
3. Dances with Corgis (they are local! yayy local corgis)
4. The Senekams: Corgi + 3 (local, too! though soon going to China for an adventure!)
5. Bailey the Corgi (again, local :) Sometimes we see Baily on walks, but we haven't made it out in ages because of my work! more on this later)
6. Puppy on a Roomba
7. Jasper & Lindsey
8. Adventures of Sammy & Norman
9. My Dog Henry
10. The Ein and Brian Chronicles
11. Peanut a Corgi
These last 4 aren't necessarily corgi blogs, but are fun nonetheless!
12. Desire to Inspire (every Monday they post readers' pictures of their pets on fun furniture! amazing!)
13. THXTHXTHX (I've posted this before, but I really love it)
14. Letters of Note (they post cool old, new, anything pieces of written amazingness mostly related to amazing people and historical events-- Katherine Hepburn, Jane Austen, astronauts, Jimi Hendrix, President Roosevelt, etc)
15. Lolita (Eclectic, artsy and expressive photo blog)
whew!
And 7 things about Finn and myself you may not know:
1. Finn is not remotely interested in eating carbohydrates. bread? no thanks. tortilla? nah. potato? mehh. She's so hip. I, on the other hand-- totally into carbs. Sourdough toast with salted butter? mmmdeliciousss.
2. I am an intern at a big museum in San Francisco, and the women I work with love dogs! We share our dog photos. It's really fun :)
3. Finn and I play with the broom-- she bites and growls at it while I pretend to use it.
4. Finn always lies under the rocking chair rockers.
5. Sometimes I roll her around in her sleep to try to stop the snoring.
6. I call her snoot. It's a form of snout, because:
7. she always touches you with her cold wet nose--one little tap-- to announce her presence so you pay attention! It's really realllly cute.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Want:
This fabulous poster. Thanks Daily Corgi for posting! I love love it:
can be found at Obey The Purebred.com
Sunday, March 13, 2011
It's a hard life...
being this cool:
Found this and traced it back to a site I'd never heard of, but have added to my blog list, called Hipster Puppies. Love the camera :) and the little pointy ears-- What size are your corg's ears? Finn's are taller and sit more on the sides. I love them all. I'll have to get Finn in some shades for sure now!
Found this and traced it back to a site I'd never heard of, but have added to my blog list, called Hipster Puppies. Love the camera :) and the little pointy ears-- What size are your corg's ears? Finn's are taller and sit more on the sides. I love them all. I'll have to get Finn in some shades for sure now!
Friday, March 11, 2011
Dog heists, SF Examiner
Dog heists highlight need to keep a short leash on your pets to prevent thefts | Andrea Koskey | Local | San Francisco Examiner
This kind of thing makes me so angry. I know it makes everyone angry...how could it not? It makes me upset on so many levels... And I just wrote a bunch of paragraphs about it and then deleted them. I know you all know. I know you probably feel the same way. All I will say is that I wish the favor could be returned to the people who steal dogs. I'd like to see them dragged, terrified, through a broken car window and thrown into a strange bag and taken away. BUT, I have a story, and that I will tell:
My mom has told this to me I don't know how many times. I was incredulously fascinated as a little girl, hearing her tell it-- She had a big, beautiful, show-lines afghan hound when she was in college named Gobi. Afghan hounds are notoriously stubborn and Gobi was no exception. While he wasn't a jump-to kind of dog, they had trained long hard and he was safe to have off leash-- wouldn't go in the street, wouldn't jump on people, wouldn't go too far, etc. One day, she had him off leash at a park and they were walking, sniffing around, having a nice day. He crested a hill and when she caught up some strangers had taken him by the collar and were trying to leave the park with him!! They ended up having a huge argument, obviously, with the strangers saying he was their dog and her saying they were crazy, he was hers, and a crowd gathered around them and took sides. No one was making any headway when my mom said something like, "Ok, I will prove he is my dog-- He has a tattoo, and I will show it to you if you let me see him for a minute. If it's not there, everyone will see I'm wrong and he's yours," and everyone watching thought that was great, so the people with the hold on Gobi's collar grudgingly handed him over to my mom. She was lying-- Gobi did not have a tattoo, but through all the training and the hours spent practicing, stubborn Gobi had really caught on to one command in particular: Run. He loved to run, and he was fast. So as soon as they let go of his collar my mom yelled "Gobi, RUN!!" and Gobi took off into the park! Everyone watching broke up to try to find him, and while my mom was still looking a couple came up and said they had found him and had put him in their car, and that they believed her story so she should come with them. They knew the people who had tried to steal him and said that they were pretty nasty folks, and that they would follow my mom if they saw her with the dog, so the couple drove around the block with my mom and Gobi in their car for a while before taking her back to her car, and she and Gobi went home. The end!
I guess the moral of the story is...bad people who steal dogs have been around. But good people have been around just as long, and there are wayyy more of them then the former. And I refuse to let the bad people make me afraid all the time of going out with Finn. But I will be smart about it, too.
This kind of thing makes me so angry. I know it makes everyone angry...how could it not? It makes me upset on so many levels... And I just wrote a bunch of paragraphs about it and then deleted them. I know you all know. I know you probably feel the same way. All I will say is that I wish the favor could be returned to the people who steal dogs. I'd like to see them dragged, terrified, through a broken car window and thrown into a strange bag and taken away. BUT, I have a story, and that I will tell:
My mom has told this to me I don't know how many times. I was incredulously fascinated as a little girl, hearing her tell it-- She had a big, beautiful, show-lines afghan hound when she was in college named Gobi. Afghan hounds are notoriously stubborn and Gobi was no exception. While he wasn't a jump-to kind of dog, they had trained long hard and he was safe to have off leash-- wouldn't go in the street, wouldn't jump on people, wouldn't go too far, etc. One day, she had him off leash at a park and they were walking, sniffing around, having a nice day. He crested a hill and when she caught up some strangers had taken him by the collar and were trying to leave the park with him!! They ended up having a huge argument, obviously, with the strangers saying he was their dog and her saying they were crazy, he was hers, and a crowd gathered around them and took sides. No one was making any headway when my mom said something like, "Ok, I will prove he is my dog-- He has a tattoo, and I will show it to you if you let me see him for a minute. If it's not there, everyone will see I'm wrong and he's yours," and everyone watching thought that was great, so the people with the hold on Gobi's collar grudgingly handed him over to my mom. She was lying-- Gobi did not have a tattoo, but through all the training and the hours spent practicing, stubborn Gobi had really caught on to one command in particular: Run. He loved to run, and he was fast. So as soon as they let go of his collar my mom yelled "Gobi, RUN!!" and Gobi took off into the park! Everyone watching broke up to try to find him, and while my mom was still looking a couple came up and said they had found him and had put him in their car, and that they believed her story so she should come with them. They knew the people who had tried to steal him and said that they were pretty nasty folks, and that they would follow my mom if they saw her with the dog, so the couple drove around the block with my mom and Gobi in their car for a while before taking her back to her car, and she and Gobi went home. The end!
I guess the moral of the story is...bad people who steal dogs have been around. But good people have been around just as long, and there are wayyy more of them then the former. And I refuse to let the bad people make me afraid all the time of going out with Finn. But I will be smart about it, too.
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Happy Westly
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Puhhhhleeeasse...
read: 'please please please please pleassseee GIVE ME A FIG NEWTON. I would loooveee that fig newton that you have right there, and there, and that other one over there, too, any of the would do, PLEASEEE just onnneee.'
that is what is going on here. :)
also, Happy March, everyone! Spring is inching closer... Today I noticed my little lilac has buds! And the magnolias around where I am working have beauuuutiful beautiful blooms. But last weekend I had to scrape frost off my car windows (I know, many of you have been doing this for months, but the ocean keeps temperatures mild here, except for the rogue weather front) and we are supposed to be getting rain soon. So to enjoy todays cool, breezy sunshine, and rather than go get coated in mud at our favorite park, Finley, Fiona, West and I hung out in the back yard and I re-potted a huge geranium that needed some one-on-one tlc. I am realizing how much I am turning into a gardener, just like my mom, and it makes me really happy :) I hope you all are well!!
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