Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Whenever mom and dad go on vacation, that means Riley and I go on vacation, too. Sometimes we can't always go with mom and dad wherever they go, so we go on vacation at the vet's. They take really good care of us there. I've known some of the people there since I was just a little puppy and they are always happy to see me when I show up. Riley and I get our own little rooms, sometimes we stay together, and mom always makes sure to bring lots of toys so we feel like we're at home. We also get lots of treats while we're there. Overall, it's not so bad. I don't get much sleep while I'm there though. There are always lots of other dogs and cats making noise so I can't sleep. That's why I'm really glad to be home tonight. I really missed mom so she let me snuggle up with her on the couch tonight. Now, I get to go to sleep in my own room, in my own little crate, with my blankets. It's good to be home.
Friday, October 19, 2007
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Monday, October 15, 2007
I think we were about 7 weeks old. I'm the one in the back on the left.
Chewing on my squeaky mouse toy
I promise I'm not getting into anything.
4 mos old
5 mos old
6 mos old
Playing in the leaves, 9 mos old
Happy 1st Birthday!
I love the days when dad is off work because I get to hang out with him. He's really fun to be around. He makes silly faces and noises at me and is a lot less serious than mom is. He also "barks" back at me when I bark at him. We have our own little conversation that mom doesn't understand. But my favorite thing to do with dad is just be lazy and lay in the chair with him and get tons of tummy rubs. Two guys, just chilling and relaxing on a Sunday afternoon.
Monday, October 8, 2007
Boy it was a busy weekend here. Grandma, Grandpa, and my aunt Christy came to visit this weekend. I love it when they come because there's always lots of petting and belly rubs for me. Grandma stayed with Riley and me while everyone was gone on Saturday, and we played all day long. I really like when Grandma plays with me. She will throw my toys for me to fetch as long as I want her to. Usually mom and dad get tired of playing long before I do, but not Grandma. Another thing about Grandma is that she gives me as many pieces of ice as I want, too. Even when mom tells her not to, she still sneaks me a couple more pieces 'cause she knows it's my favorite thing. I had a lot of fun while they were here but now I'm tired from all the excitement. Things are getting back to normal so I guess I'll have time to catch up on some rest tomorrow.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Well it all started off very innocently. Mom and dad were sitting around tonight doing nothing so I ran back to my room to grab a toy out of Riley's crate to play fetch with. I guess I ran into the crate so fast that the door swung behind me. And that's how I came to be in this predicament. I was trapped. I sat there for a few minutes trying to overcome my fear of the barely cracked open door, but I began to panic. So I started barking for help. Riley barked back at me from the living room, but didn't come to my rescue. What good is she I ask you? So I kept barking. I could hear mom and dad talking in the other room, not paying any attention to my desperate cries for help. So finally I let out a helpless yelp and they both came running.
I was finally going to be rescued, or so I thought. The next thing I know, mom is doubled over, laughing hysterically and dad is running to get the camera to capture this memorable moment. Well then mom told me to get out and come to her. I put one paw out but then stepped back, nose out but then stepped back. And then finally, I did it! I conquered my fears and went through the barely cracked open door. Of course Mom was still laughing at me and dad gave me a belly rub to make me feel better. What a night I've had tonight.
Monday, October 1, 2007
Friday, September 14, 2007
Friday, September 7, 2007
Monday, August 27, 2007
Humans, I don't think I'll ever understand them. I think I'm done trying even. I mean, everything they do is foreign to me. They take baths every day, brush their hair every day, and they always seem to smell nice. None of that sounds very appealing to me. It's more fun to be smelly and dirty! But aside from all their strange habits, I'm baffled by all the things they do to us dogs. For instance, what's with all the nicknames? I've got a fairly simple name-Tag. Doesn't seem like you could come up with too many nicknames for that but yet somehow they do. I've heard 'em all; Tag-a-long, Tag-a-saurus, Tag-a-licious, Tag you're it, and my favorite, Bug. No idea how they came up with that one. Why give me such a short name if you're just gonna make it longer?
Oh, and how is it funny to stand me up on my hind legs and make me dance to that crazy music they listen to? I am not amused. It's embarrassing. Something else I don't understand-being quiet all the time. Humans, jabber all the time. I don't understand 95% of what they are saying but they talk all the time. Yet I am told to be quiet when I bark. I can't help they don't speak my language and understand what I'm saying. Maybe I just want to contribute to the conversation. I stare at them, dazed and confused when they talk to me but they just keep on talking like I understand. I guess they must think I'm interested in whatever it is they are saying. heh
I've come to one conclusion about humans. They're all nuts I tell you. If I didn't love them so much I think I'd pack up my toys and move out.
Friday, August 3, 2007
6:30 am-I whine and she gets up to let me and Riley out.
7:00 am-She lets us in and we get a treat and a bowl of water.
12:00-1:00 pm-Mom comes home from work and lets us out. We get petted before mom goes back to work.
5:00 pm-Dad is home and he feeds us.
7:00 pm-After dinner mom takes us out to play or on a walk. She makes dad come too. Then we sit with mom on the sofa or play inside.
9:00 pm-We get a treat and go to bed.
Well I guess she didn't tell dad about this schedule because he was getting us up at 4:30 am to go out before he went to work and then he wouldn't come back until 4 pm to let us out! That's a long time to hold it folks. We had a couple accidents and dad seemed pretty stressed out when he got home and had to clean up after us. What else were we supposed to do? Also, he was tired when he got home and didn't want to play when I brought my toys to him. Now I know dad did his best to take care of us, but he just doesn't have the kind of patience and love that mom does.
I don't know what mom was thinking but we were sure happy to see her when she got home! Mom, please don't ever do that again! I'm just glad I'm alive to tell the story!
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Standing guard at the chipmunk hole.
"Enough with the pictures already! Not everything I do is cute!"
Friday, July 6, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
The accusation has been made that I am becoming a bad influence on my sister, Riley. When she first moved here she was very quiet and reserved. Well we had a talk and I told her she had to work on it if she was going to hang with me. So maybe I've been coaching her on a few things.
For instance the other night, she came trotting into the living room with one of mom's socks she stole from the bedroom. Well the first thing she did wrong was get caught. She obviously doesn't know how to be sly yet. You should be able to get a good sized hole chewed before you get caught. We've got to work on that one. Another thing she may have picked up from me is destroying every piece of paper that's within reach. The rule is, if it's within reach, it's fair game. Kinda like that coupon she chewed up the other day. She got in big trouble for that too.
One thing she has mastered so far is the "ice maker hop". The technique is to run over to the fridge whenever you hear mom and dad getting ice and hop up and down looking very hopeful and happy. Gets you a piece of ice every single time! They just can't resist the happy puppy face. I'm quite proud of her for learning that one. I'm not a bad dog really. I've just got a few tricks up my sleeve. Can I help it if Riley's picking them up too?
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
Ahh a dog's life. Eating, sleeping, playing, sniffing...it doesn't get much better than this. Today I decided to jot down some of my most favorite things...which wasn't hard since everything is my favorite thing! (except a bath, not so much a favorite thing)
Tag's Favorite Things
1. Rolling in the grass, especially right after I get a bath (Mom hates that.)
2. Hearing the words treat, eat, walk, and outside (You have my undivided attention when you say those words.)
3. Chasing my dirty old tennis ball (This is my mission in life.)
4. Settling down with a good stick to chew on (Is there really anything better?)
5. Licking the dirty dishes in the dishwasher (Yeah, I get yelled at every single time but it's so worth it!)
6. Going for walks in my neighborhood (I meet lots of nice people that pet me and there are a bazillion things to sniff and check out!)
7. Riding in the car (It's always an adventure. I never know where I'm going next!)
8. Tummy rubs (Come on, you know you'd like one too.)
9. Running circles around the coffee table for no apparent reason (You should try it sometime, it's very liberating.)
10. Stealing and chewing on dad's socks (There's something about a stinky old sock that makes my day!)
I know it's just simple things, but it's the simple things that make life great!
A note from Tag's mom:
The inspiration for this post came from an email I got a while back. I deleted the email but found it again on this website http://www.lolin.org/ about half way down under Excerpts from a Lab's Daily Diary. This pretty much sums up Corgis as well.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
It's been a week since Riley came to live with us. As you can see, we've made some progress since that first day. It's sort of nice having someone to play with all the time. Mom doesn't like when I slobber on her while we're playing, but Riley doesn't seem to mind. It's nice having her along on my afternoon walks too. She scopes out one side of the street for interesting things to sniff and squirrels to chase, and I take the other side.
I guess you could say she's become my partner in crime too. We both got in trouble for digging in the dirt pile behind the house today and for trying to lick the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. At least I'm not the only one getting yelled at anymore! She's pretty ok I guess. So far, so good.
Monday, May 28, 2007
I guess there could be some benefits to having a sister. I get to eat any left over food in her bowl, more toys for me to play with(steal), someone my own size to chase around, plus I won't be lonely when Mom and Dad are at work now. Maybe I will let her stay. I guess she's ok...for a sister.
Sunday, May 6, 2007
I have no idea what a birthday is but apparently I have one today. Whatever it is, I'm not sure if I like it. Anything that requires you to wear a funny hat like this cannot be good. And the worst part is, I hear this happens every year! What did I do to deserve this? Was it the cabinet incident?
Friday, May 4, 2007
Just for the record, corgis are good at running fast, herding, and agility type activities...nowhere does it say we like to swim.
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
That brings us to July 7, 2006. My new mom and dad came to pick me up. I slept all the way home. It was kinda weird at first learning all the rules like don't chew on people's toes, don't shred the papers on the coffee table, and don't potty in the house. For some reason I kept forgetting that one. After a few weeks I got settled in though. Now I love my home and mom and dad are the coolest. I can tell they love me a lot...even when I'm bad...which I am...a lot.