So at the end of January I went on vacation to Antarctica (sadly, Bertie and Ethel had to stay home, at the local Animal Retreat and Canine Sports Center where they had two play breaks and a snacktivity every day...Judging from Ethel's disappearing waist, the snacktivity was a major hit).  The crossing of the Drake Passage between South America and Antarctica involved a Force 9 storm and major seasickness (such that I seriously considered throwing myself overboard, but since I couldn't…

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Seems like just yesterday I brought home my 8 pound bundle, plopped him in my living room and said, "now what do I do?" ha! Time surely does fly by. We all celebrated with a marrow bone or a little ice cream (although birthday boy had a little of both). No funny hats. He doesn't need to know he and Ethel are going to the boarding place on Wed. so mom can go to a three-day tennis camp on Cape Cod (little b-day prezzie for myself), shhhhhhhhhhhh.

A friend who is attached to (read: fanatical about!) her Corgi told me to watch this video on YouTube: Continue

On the website for this new airline that sends your pets around the country in the cabin, not cargo, on the "What People Are Saying" page, the very first endorsement is by a woman on the beach with two Corgis, a tri and a red! At least, I presume the endorsement is by her -- I have accused Ethel of firing off some emails and using my credit card online when I'm not looking. Would be particularly amusing if this Kim, San Jose, is… Continue

Boy does time fly. Seems like just yesterday, I went down to south Jersey and drove him home to Manhattan. Seems like just a minute ago I was pushing him around the Upper West Side on a pile of blankets in my little wheelie grocery cart. Gosh, that first day, I brought him home, carried him from the parking lot on 60th St to my apartment on 71st St, introduced him to the doormen, brought him into my apartment, and watched him sniffing around, thinking, geeze, now what do I do??? And now, my… Continue

I feel like such a dog hypochondriac at times, but since they can't tell us what's wrong... Anyway, Bertie woke me up last night, wanting to go out. He did a normal poo, but then he wanted to just lie in the cool, damp grass. We came back inside and he repeated the performance about an hour later. This time when we came back inside, he wanted to sit in my lap -- and understand, Bertie is ONLY snuggly when he feels bad, otherwise, he is absolutely not. So we sat together for a bit, as I thought… Continue

Although he's not writing about a Corgi, his column is so moving, I thought I would share it. It's from the 3/31 New York Times:

Life Lessons from the Family dog

It's not a Corgi, but it's kinda fun:



I wonder if Corgi is even a choice?

Bertie Wooster turned out to be:







So now he's thinking about entering politics!



And Ethel Barrymore? The Big Diva herself:







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Let’s be honest. You love your Person (you may even be lucky enough to have People to love!). Your Person is the best Person who ever is, was or will be. They should erect statues to your Person on every street corner (with secret compartments of treats at Corgi level). But even your Person could use a little help, a little encouragement, in meeting the basic Corgi needs for constant food and play. We Corgis eschew the dictatorial approach; we have found that a gentle, subtle method for… Continue

Although Ethel (my niece) and I (Bertie Wooster, chief Corgi of Lakeside, CT) have never been west of New York, we discovered this article online through one of our number at the Golden Gate Corgi group, and we think it sums things up rather well, so we thought we'd share (we apologize if it's not a clickable link, we're a little bit luddite-ish and not sure how to do that): The Truth About Corgis (oh, thanks to Geri &… Continue

Let’s say you’re walking along your town’s main street with your person. When you hit a particular corner, you, of course, want to make a sharp right so you can stop in and visit at the two (yes two!) dog food stores along the block. Your person, for reasons that are completely unclear, appears to be intent upon going straight. How do you fix this situation? You will need to begin with….



Stage 1: Cement paws to the sidewalk, stiffen up the legs, and smile like a nutbar (tongue… Continue

When Bertie Wooster was a pup, we lived in the Upper West Side of Manhattan. Walking a Corgi puppy in the city was not an easy proposition -- any 10-minute errand run would turn into a 3-hour discussion group, as we couldn't got more than 2 feet before someone would rush up to us and exclaim, "That is the cutest puppy I've ever seen!" I, of course, would blush and shuffle my feet and do the Corgi chitchat, while B. Wooster would simply bask in the attention and the constant hope that if they… Continue