I cannot think of anything else to post here today. Today is Thanksgiving: Take 1. I tried so hard to get out of it, but, alas, I am a pushover who likes to keep the peace. Sick or not, I shall suffer through it.
Christmas is coming. I like presents. Lol!
Don't judge, you like peace on Earth too...
Anyway, the title was Welsh Corgi. Tori has this huge fascination with Welsh Corgis. I think they are cute dogs, but several web sites I visited say Corgi's won't let you pick them up. Hmmm, anyone who knows my girls knows they are overly-attentive to animals. Especially cute dogs. But every website also says how loyal, outgoing and well-behaved Pembroke Corgi's are. So, if you have any opinions on them, please let me know.
This Corgi is a chauffeur. I could use one of those...
Cute. Short, but cute. LIKE ME! We may get along better than I thought.
These corgi's look happy. They are being mauled by little girls.
Not that I want another dog; Scooter is naughty enough for me! Yesterday, Scooter came tearing into my bedroom as I was doing my makeup, followed by Tori, who was scolding him.
Let me back up a bit here. Scooter likes to eat paper. Any paper he finds is chewed, shredded and destroyed. Toilet paper, candy wrappers, paper towels, school papers...you get the point.
After a valiant battle, Scooter lost and was forced to surrender the paper in question. The latest victim? Tyler's Pinta. I thought Tyler would cry, because he puts so much heart into everything he does.
But, all he talked about all day was: Scooter ate the Pinta. That way he could tell his story to everyone who looked puzzled...