You'll prob'bly remember that I talked about me an George Clooney in a pwevious posting, in which I analyzed how on earth a quiz could match the perfect 10 ME with a hooman who only has an Oscar to boast of. Now, Momma haz gone an dones it again, but this time it's for her an not me . . . thank goodness.



Next thing you know, she'll be putting sparkly collars on me . . .. runnnnnn awwwwaaaaaaayyyyyy. Faaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssssssst. No sparkles for me.



As I said, this… Continue

It's Just a Dog



From time to time people tell me, "Lighten up, it's just a dog," or, "That's a lot of money for just a dog." They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent or the costs involved for "just a dog."



Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog."



Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted.



Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and,… Continue

On the Subject of Feets.



When I was a puppy my feets seemed to be pretty cute on my little legs, looking sort of like cotton balls with toenails. Everyone thought they were just precious, expecially when I putted them out behind me – Mom calls that the Otter. I wonders what an otter is? Perhaps it’s what Mom means when she says “Skeezix, you otter not lift your leg on the bird cage.” Yes, that’s about my leg, but legs are what my feets are at the bottoms of.



My feets… Continue

Dear Reader



To start off with the question that's been on my mind ever since Mom and I returned from our daily walk around a nearby picturesque lake: Isn't it rather impertinent to stop, point directly at me, and ask me what kind of dog I am??? Do I routinely stop hoomans on the street and inquire as to what kind of hooman they are? Or ask Mom sotto voce "What kind of hooman IS that?" I think not!



My mom has raised me to be the kind of corgi who doesn't say such things in… Continue

Dear Readers



I just saw the following badge . . . It reminds me of the lines from The Treasure of the Sierra Madre : "Badges? We don't got no stinking badges. We don't need no stinking badges! We don't want no stinking badges!"







Well, Mom went to that site . . . where I and all my cats also have pages . . . Dogster.com/Catster.com and took that test to see what hooman celebrity I… Continue

Here I thought I was going to have to stay in my spacious, palatial kennel all day today. By the way, Mom has been promising to renew the pea gravel out there, but so far the 15 bags remain in the truck. I, the optimist, think that as soon as it rains and I slap her clean jeans with my muddy paws to greet her returning home from whatever "work" is that she will get that gravel moving faaaaaaassssstttt. It's supposed to rain the rest of the week . . . an added incentive.



Now that Mom… Continue