Today was the day I took Gromit to the vet. The contract hit on his boy parts had come up due. He came through the surgery just fine but as you can tell from the photo above, he wasn't quite tuned into the world yet when we got him home. In due course he got to feeling a bit better as the meds wore off. The only thing that seems to have really bothered him was finding next to…

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My parents were farm people for the first part of their lives, Mennonites (sort of like the Amish) for whom cleanliness really is next to godliness. They saw dogs as fine creatures, good and useful companions on the farm, but dogs were also animals like cows, chickens, and pigs --- and animals live outside. Mom & Dad never quite approved or were comfortable when they'd come for a visit to our place and would have to deal with dogs in the house even… Continue

Puppies grow and grow fast, no doubt about that. When we first met Gromit I couldn't help but notice his large paws, even at 12 weeks of age they were big so I suspected that he would either be a big guy or very much a "teddy bear" looking Corgi.



Back around the first of March a discussion with Gromit's breeder, Jean York, and other Corgi breeders at the Scottsdale dog show led to the decision that Gromit and his brother Night (who still lives with Jean) could stand to ease up on their… Continue