Summing it Up...
Now, that I'm way on the wrong side of sixty, I feel that being true to self is important. "I yam, what I yam." Kindness and smiles are to be given away. Women are strong. Men are more vulnerable than we believe. Husbands may come and go...but one thing I know for sure is that I will NEVAH live without a corgi or coffee in my life if I can prevent it. Come piles of dog fur or hot water!
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
Corgi Trivia...from our house
God love 'em...I do love living with corgis. They are a real hoot. Shedders, oh my yes, but really a fun, cuckoo breed that makes me smile from sunrise to sunset...most days!
Corgis don't use napkins--but they do wipe the sides of their mouth on the carpet.
Corgis can chirp, howl like a hound, woof-woof, do heavy breathing and sigh, but what I love the most is the "chirping" sound they do, and cock their head.
They are horrible beggers, and their tummies are never full. They should be able to oink, because truly, they are little piggies.
And, when a corgi shakes...the shake goes down their spines and ends up as a big wiggle on their round rumps. The "pems" have the round rumps exaggerated because of the bobbed tails. Lots of junk in the trunk, if ya' know what I mean!
Now that we've had corgi kids for nine years, I can't go back to cats.
I can't go to another breed. Like Tasha Tudor, I'm hooked on the short legged, foxy faced little dears from Wales. Call me crazy, but I will always, from now on be a Corgidogmama! (Lord willing and the creek don't rise!)