Roaring Corgi

Where Roxy's Head Exploded Over Chickens

I ride horses. And sometimes come off of them. Though mostly I just ride them.  Roxy has visited the stables a few times, once or twice on her way back from camp and once or twice for fun.

For the most part she considers the horses strange and something about which a corgi should be cautious. The first time she ever went, she would bark furiously at Rocky (the horse) whenever I was riding past her or whenever the horse was a safe distance from wherever she was.

She has slowly learned to accept that Rocky will not murder me (I didn’t tell her about the fence incident) and she tolerates him now, though enviously I think – since he gets attention from me and she gets ignored when we are there.

This week she went with me and sat quietly tied to the table the entire time while I groomed, tacked and rode Rocky. She kept her corgi eyes glued desperately to me the entire time however. Lest I ride fast enough to take off and fly away from her.

Besides the horses there are pigs, goats, llamas, and chickens and ducks hanging around. She was unsure of the pig and goats, because they seemed more interested in her than she was of them and that? That means they are NOT to be trusted. Plus, truly she is a wimp. Despite her outward appearance.

She was mildly afraid-slash-uninterested in the other animals but then. Then she saw a chicken cluck and scurry. And then she turned into this guy and I’m pretty sure the chickens looked like this to her.

And those chickens, they KNEW she was rabid about them. These chickens spend their days with an Australian Sheppard and a Chihuahua mix and they never so much as ruffle a feather with worry. But then Roxy gets within a few feet of them (and, believe me, she would never have noticed them, if they stayed still) and they squawked and flapped and scrambled. It was as if they could sense she was a little bloodthirsty. As if the rabbits in our neighborhood sent them some facebook message like “dudes, this corgi will totally try to eat you if you let her. P.S. she is kind of tubby and therefore probably slow so you could likely out run her.”

Crazy Dog Daily Journal #9 because I skipped #8 and people got mad at me.

I hate that other dog here.
No.
Really.
I HATE HER.

Songs about terrible pooping, shedding and biting dogs

My partner has a silly habit of coming up with songs about our dogs. He will take some Top 40 hit or some popular song and replace it with words that fit the dogs. Well. Mostly that fit Roxy. Because he hates Crazy Dog. It’s true.

It’s funny because my dad? He does this same EXACT thing. Except not necessarily about Roxy and Crazy Dog. Growing up he used to make songs up about any random event or thing he was doing, but it was always some crazy rework or remake of a song. Where my partner uses obvious songs everyone would probably recognize, my dad was the master of obscurity. He could come up with the most off-the-wall song and it would apply EXACTLY to that one specific incident he was singing about. Uncanny. It’s a McMullen thing (my side of the family). All my McMullen cousins are the same way about this stuff.

Back to songs about my dogs, because why else do you read this blog except to hear about my dogs?

Some of my partner’s faves (notice they are all about ROXY):
“I Pooped Inside” sung to Katy Perry’s “I Kissed a Girl”

"What is Fur" sung to Haddaway's "What is Love"
What is fur
Corgi don't drown me
Dont drown me, no more
What is fur
Doo-doo-doo-doo-da, Doo-doo-doo-doo-da-da! (she loves this part)

A few new ones I made for each of them last night (I don’t play favorites like my partner does. Except that I totally love Crazy Dog more. And look at that picture of him! He is so posed. What a cuuuutie. Anyway, I'm fair.):

“It’s my Corgi” sung to Lesley Gore’s “It’s My Party”
It’s my Corgi and I’ll shed if I want to
Shed if I want to
Shed if I want to
You would shed to if you were able to!

“Like a Rigby” sung to Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” (yes, that is CD’s name.)
Like a Rigby
Bit for the very first time
Like a Rigby-y-y-y
With your mean face, next to mine!

Who says you can't be creative about biting, pooping, shedding animals? No really who? I've never heard anyone say that before.

Anybody have others?

Crazy Dog Journal #7... I think

I waited until the girl human returned home today before puking on the floor. Really, she should be flattered. Look what I saved for her!

I am SO underappreciated.

BEST. DOG. EVER.

My partner and I have this ongoing discussion about which dog is our favorite. And even though this past weekend Crazy Dog tried to bite my friend's face while sitting in her lap and giving her a kiss (true story - if you haven't realized yet, this dog is effed up in his head), I still love him the most.

I don't know why. It's truly irrational. Perhaps some kind of sympathy syndrome? No other dog I have ever met has been as adept at looking pathetic like Crazy Dog. I can't help it. I guess if there was a homicidal psychopath sitting on my front stoop, but with a really sad face and full of trembles, I'd probably pick him up and smoosh my face into his as well. It's a talent.

I was messaging my partner recently about Roxy and my love/hate relationship with her...

Me: so the girl at camp said to me when i dropped her off, "oh she's my favorite! i love roxy!"
Me: and then she said she was so well behaved that she basically gets extra privileges.
Me: WHAT DOG IS THIS?
Me: so she is apparently the best dog ever?
Me: <smirk> in some sick mind
Him: she IS the best dog ever
Me: says only you and the insane person that works at camp
Him: and everyone else that has ever met her, ever
Him: it's ok honey.  even though you hate her, she still loves you
Me: i hate that about her too