Hello, all, I was furry, furry busy producing concerts! I’m back! Thanks for thinking of me.

Oh, yes, our leetl frennn here, oh, what a dear eeetle morsel, how they grow into stubborn but still distractingly-ky-oot monsters. Mine, Killer Corgi, (AKC name Westminster Abbey of someone or other) is right now doing unspeakable things to a cow shin bone packed with a peanut butter-smelling substance. This leetle morsel weel be doing the same thing in about six months. Hard to imagine the cubic yards of fur flying off it, too, but there you have it, a brand new Corgi life to weedle eetts way into some family’s hearts, (I hope).

This leelte one looks like a Pembroke, Killer is a Cardigan, (let’s all say it together) “The one with the buttons!”
Wag, wag, wag, oh, waaaaaaag, wag, and here comes the smell of peanut butter, in 3-2-1 and mmmwhahhhhh! And the family room smells like a wet dog and peanut butter ah, the sweet smells of home! Killer’s Bigger bigger brother comes home for a visit today, (YAY) so we can all see their (littler) bigger brother play in his school concert! The brothers don’t shed, but all three do eat peanut butter.

And QoD — I didn’t know you modeled for The Far Side! LOL!

One of them, a female of indeterminate breed (and the cause of all the brouhaha) was returned to her owners (against our will, I might add). Another, a gorgeous male boxer, was re-homed after we got him neutered. He’s now living the good life with a lovely couple that are very active in animal rescue.

The third? He’s a Corgi/Spitz/Who knows mix, and is currently curled up on my couch, next to my little old, toothless doxie. I did NOT WANT another dog – I was perfectly happy with the one I had, thankyouverymuch. But sometimes, life takes over and gives you what you REALLY need. Now, one month later, I can’t imagine my life without this little hairy ape.

Um. Sorry for the long post. The little Corgi just inspired me, I guess.