I’m a dog, you’re human — back off!

I ran across this as I was surfing the web.

All I can say is I like my humans, okay.  They’re not a bad bunch, but definitely if they were to try this with me — what this dude is doing to his poor horse, someone’s going to lose a finger!



Being a Fluffy

Shall we call a spade, a spade?  I am a fluffy corgi.  That means I am furry, fuzzy, hairy, long-haired.



Basically, this song is the story of my life

Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Shining, gleaming,
Streaming, flaxen, waxen

Give me down to there hair
Shoulder length or longer
Here baby, there mama
Everywhere daddy daddy

Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair
Flow it, show it
Long as God can grow it
My hair


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Do I like being a fluffy?  Of course,  I’m beautiful.

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Do I shed?  Of course.

The funny part is that the older I get the fluffier I get.  I used to have a little pink tummy.

Now I have fur.

The next few are a little cheesecake.  Corgi boys, these next three are NSFW.




I have a shapely ankle, but it’s covered with fur.  I have sympathy for Clydesdales.



You ask are there any disadvantages to being a fluffy?

Well, yes — discrimination.


Can you believe this beautiful coat could be called “a very serious coat fault for the show ring”?

“Fluffies should not be bred”.  give me a break Pembroke Welsh Corgi Club of America, Inc!



The End

We, are err rich! Almost.

Money can be a bit short around here.  Two dogs, nine parrots, a couple of random tortoises and two adults, one that starts up companies, and you know there’s no money in that.  Anyway I think we’ve found a solution. Being a corgi, I’m smart, right?  Well I just looked around at what we seemed to have the most of around here, and found this article.

This Zoo Is Selling Its Exotic Animals’ Poop to Raise Cash

It seems, to make money, the Binder Park Zoo in Battle Creek, Michigan is selling their animal poo to gardeners, great for fertilizer. So, I said to myself, Kaley, what do we have around here?  And the answer was surely poop.  It’s win-win, we sell it and the father doesn’t get in trouble for not picking it up and throwing it away. So immediately, I put Wall-e to work making more “product”, and I helped, too. IMG_0066 IMG_1137-1   We were going great guns, so to speak.  When I read the fine print.  Hmm, it seems the zoo does not sell carnivore or monkey poop.  Now we’re okay on the monkey part, but the Wall-e and I would never say no to a nice piece of steak.  Sigh, I guess we’re carnivores, so our poop is off limits. What you going to do?  I’ll find an answer yet.