I own a Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Anyone else owning one knows that certain words apply to this breed: meglomaniac, controlling, paranoid, obsessive. Mine is no exception.
As I wrote below, I came home from the 127 Corridor Sale with a stuffed deer head. Since then, my corgi - Josie - has become obsessed with gaurding it. I don't know whether she thinks it will be a source of food come winter (she enjoys sleeping next to her food bowl to ensure Der Schnauzer does not flinch even a nugget) or she thinks it is her new friend and talking to her (you're so pretty, all those other dogs are just jealous, you're so pretty), but she is fixated on the idea it is hers and now sleeps next to it, guarding her treasure (my preciousssssssssssss).
My daughter, Dolly Girl, has begun a game whereby she waits for a time when Josie leaves the house (because I am not going to humor the dog with a catheter) and moves the deer head. Just to fuck with the corgi's mind. I love my girl.
Yesterday, the dog was out of the house and D.G. moved it from the family room to the dining room. No one said anything. Even the dog appeared cool. Until last night, I was on my way to bed and had to pass through a darkened dining room. To be safe, I flicked on the lights. And found this.
I'm getting the dog a damn shrink . . .
1 comments:
I don't know what's crazier: the attraction to the deer head or the fact that she stayed there like that long enough for you to grab a camera and take a picture!
That's one of the cutest zany dog moments I've seen since the time I found the late, great Pixie asleep with her face inside one of my smelly old sneakers.
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