Little dog in a big world.

Maximum derp.

corgnelius Getting Elsa used to the idea of a little brother (in this case, a human one) through story time. She was asleep by the end of the book, so I don't know how much it sank in.

Happy 1st birthday to the Corgi of my Life. She's cuddly, wicked smart, full of Opinions, and utterly adorable.

Making the most of our last weeks of warm days and blue skies.

My corgi is a chow hound. The breed basically comes in 2 settings: they are either intensely finicky or they will eat anything and everything. Elsa is the second type. So in order to sloooooow down meals, we feed her in a treat dispensing ball or wobble toy. She has different tactics for each. The treat ball gets passed between stumps until all food is consumed. If I really want to be a jerk, I put something too big to come out in there. It keeps her busy.

The struggle is real.

The circle of the Dog Park.

Elsa doesn’t like riding in the car. At all. I thought that she might do better in her crate. Nope. She barked, whined, and whimpered for 2 hours each way. She really liked being at my mom’s house, but getting there was the biggest tragedy of her life from the way she acted. So, corgi is getting boarded next time or we get her some sort of doggie downers. We had to stop at the dog park on the way home to help us all relax.

Elsa has a weird internal clock. 10:30 is bedtime. This stems from my usual "I have to get up at stupid o'clock because I'm a teacher" schedule I operated on from the time we brought her home until June (for summer school, I keep late hours and suffer the consequences). She puts herself in her crate and glares at me, wondering why I'm still up when it is clearly bedtime. Tonight she came upstairs to let me know the time, just in case.

Six months of corgi ownership. Neither of us has managed to kill the other by this point (but from the way she trips me up on the stairs, it's clearly not from lack of effort on her part). She's so full of energy and sass, crazy smart, and ridiculously pretty. and just look at those ears! Corgis are definitely not a breed for the faint of heart, and some days are a challenge, but she's one of the best parts if my life.

And someone can get on the bed by herself...

Rob and I were married on Saturday - the same day Elsa turned 7 months old - and while Elsa didn’t get to come to the party (mostly because I didn’t have a convenient way to transport her), she had a full weekend of meeting new people and getting way too emotional when they inevitably left.