The- Amazing-Self-Washing-Caleb!

Okay... we do our normal routine here in the mornings. I get up, let dogs out run a bath, get coffee, let dogs in, check email, shut bath off, quick finish up the email, and take a bath. This is what we pretty much do every morning here unless I'm in a hurry and grab a quick shower.

Now let me preface this by saying Caleb does not like baths. Simon doesn't mind baths. Riley loves baths. Piper is just Piper and I don't think she realizes that there's a bath going on the entire time you're washing her. (Now mind you, Caleb loves the fishpond, the ocean, the blue kiddy pool, the muddiest puddle known to mankind, but heck no, he does not want to take a bath!)

When I start washing dogs Caleb goes and hides in another room. Or he hides behind dad and I have to go pick him up while he turns into this wiggling, squirming pool noodle. You put him in the tub and he flattens his ears, squishes himself down, tail low. He looks terribly pathetic as you use the nice hose and scrub him down and up, and sometimes for good measure, he throws in a very fake-over-the-top-acting shiver.

If there was a "Most Pathetic Dog in A Tub," Oscar award, my mantle would be very shiny.

So, this morning, normal routine. Run bath. Turn off bath. Answer the email I have half done before I ran the bath. Peppermint coffee is wonderful, yum. Dogs are in the living room playing with an antler-chew, keeping them busy. It's awfully quiet while I'm drinking my coffee, aw, well, the chew must be keeping them busy!

I come out and head for the bathroom. The Pems are sitting in the hall, looking in the bathroom. Okay, well, the Cardis must have dragged the antler chew in on the bathroom rug...

Walk in the bathroom.

Stare. (The cats and Simon are also staring, so I'm in good company.)

Walk out of bathroom. Get Blackberry, which is on the bench. Walk back in.

Take picture.

(Yes, I've apparently hit the digital age, when on seeing something that shocks you, you whip out your cell phone and take pictures.)



Caleb is in the bathtub. In the full bathtub. He is as happy as a lark, swimming around like some sort of odd little freaky otter, paddling around in the water. In MY water. My nice clean bath is now full of yard dirt and dog hair, and Caleb stops long enough to stand up and say hi, and then hops back down and is paddling around in circles in the tub.

You know, I really did think about the fact that he was probably going to hop out and take off down the hall, absolutely soaked to the bone. I did think that. But then I just scootched down the hall again and grabbed the Nikon that I had charging on the TV stand. Listen with one ear for sound of dog leaping from tub; nope -- paddle, paddle, paddle, paddle, sploosh, sploosh!

Go back in. Don't have the camera set. Other animals are staring at him like he's nuts. I am too.

Splish-Splash, I'm takin' a bathhhhhh...


They call this move the Cardi-Paddle.


Was this YOUR tub? *Yawn* (And no, that wasn't a stress yawn, hahah. That was a lazy, my hind legs are drifting in your nice clean tub yawn. He was just drifting along)


Still yawning. Nice relaxing spa day, apparently. For him!


Ahhhhh... so relaxed. Mmm. Why didn't you tell me about this hot tub? Oh, because it was your bathwater? Well, not anymore, we're compromising! :D


I guess it's time to come out. I feel totally refreshed though, wow! You might want to do something about the dirt in here... oh, and the hair. Grab a heated towel, will you?


Of course, I grab him out. Then, I had to text my employees on why I was going to be a bit late for work. They thought this was hilarious. I spent fifteen minutes drying the dog, argh!

I'm ashamed to say I stared at the tub and said, "Fine, whatever." Darned if he was going to get to use all my hot water, the rotter!

Note to self -- shut bathroom door from now on. ;)

Porch dog.

I love Caleb's smile. Aw.

Happy Birthday to the Noodle!

New Year's Eve posts are probably supposed to be a little introspective, right? I mean, what I should be doing is writing this page on how many things have changed this year. They have, they've changed a lot...

Especially this one. :) (Beware! Long post, and photo heavy, haha!)

Many of you know what the story with Caleb was - and some of you likely don't. So for the short short version, I hadn't planned on getting a second Cardi to show. We'd gotten Simon the year before, and I was just getting back into the swing of dog showing when Gabriel passed away. I'm in contact with Simon's breeders regularly, and had written both of them to let them know what was going on. Simon was as crushed as I was; he hero-worshipped Gabe, where there was a Gabe, there was a Simon, tagging right along.

Well... on the close of one of our many emails back and forth, Sharon gently said, "You know, when you're ready, you should think about getting another puppy at one point."

I laughed, sending the email back, "I think the only way that I'm getting another puppy is if you have a nice flashy red brindle, haha! Matt likes brindles."

About ten minutes later I pick up my phone at work, with the message attached to this picture.

"Eat your heart out."


I couldn't help it. I just laughed for the first time in the two weeks since Gabe passed away. Melisa (my manager and good friend) was there in the office with me and I showed her the phone and shook my head. She eyes the picture, eyes me, and puts her hands on her hips and gives me 'the look.' Then she says, "You need that dog."

I say, "I don't want another dog. I really don't. I- I think I'm done with dogs for a while."

She says, "Oh no you're not. That's your dog. It's meant to be. Seriously. Ask her or I'm calling her and asking her for you."

I reply, "I think that's a show pup she's holding back..."

So I email back. Mind you, I had no idea that she even had this litter, much less a red-brindle. I will say that what she emailed me back with was one of the nicest things someone's ever done for me. I'm floored. I call Matt and email him the picture. Now... Matt didn't want any more dogs. The running joke between us is "Yeah, someday we're getting down to one dog and two cats."

The email back is, "Tell her yes."

I guess everyone thought I needed a puppy. When the stars and planets align just so, you better go with it. Or get struck by lightning or something. Small, chompy, brindle lightning.

So, suddenly I find myself within a week at the airport, waiting for a plane. Where Simon was quiet and gentle and kind, snuggling into Matt's arms the minute we got him, happy as could be, I'm standing there at the baggage claim and I hear... "WOOOOOOOOOO. WOOO. WOOOOOOOOO!!!!" The guy hands me the crate, I look inside, and open the door, and this brindle firecracker whips past with this huge grin, gleefully dodging to go explore the baggage claim and goose a little girl on the way in. Gah! Catch puppy, pick up puppy, puppy grins at me.

"Oh hi there, whoa, did you see that thing, with the luggage and the people and hi people? WOOOOO! Hi world, hi strange lady trying to hold me back, hi baggage claim guy! Wait, the baggage claim's still there! WOOO!"

The trainer in me says, "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

I think Caleb's reply was, "Yes. Now let's go explore the baggage claim together!"

So, it began. Simon was an easy dog. A sweet dog. Super sensitive, gentle, kind dog. Oh no, we don't potty on the floor. Oh no, we don't chew things, that's wrong!

Caleb was a little hellion wrapped in tiger stripes. Yeah, housebreaking? Break this. Chewing stuff up is awesome. Let me take care of those cords for you, mwahahahhaha! Listening is for good dogs, and I ain't one! I'll test you up and down!

But he did have a cute face...


Simon had been so lonely, and took to him instantly.


They're total opposites in personality but they're best friends, day in and day out.


Gonna get you, bro!


Someday, he too was going to herd the chickens.


Then we had ears!


... and a big chunk of Simon's hair. (We call the little one Bitey.)


He knew he was all that and a bag of chips from the get go.


Out in public at Seattle Center, he took it in stride. Even if he found Dad boring. ;)


The bath after the fishpond dunk? Not so much. I still can't keep him out of it. When did Cardigans become water dogs?


"You do understand, I'm just going out to get dirty again, mom. Take that!"


Sometimes he's thoughtful.


Sometimes he's tricky!


Mostly, he's a momma's boy, and he's not shy about admitting it in public.


He became a pog. (Part puppy, part dog!)


Oh wait, no, the puppy's still there. It immediately ran off and ignored me after this shot was taken. Simon and I both yelled at him about it, ha! Double teamed!


He still adores his big brother, and wants to do everything like him. (Except come when called. That's still against his religion or something.)


His first show... with Cardi friends I adore handling him. Aw.


To the rescue!


I learned a lot of things this year. He's been teaching me patience, teaching me handling... and he's also taught me (the no dogs ever in the bed person) that dogs do belong in the bed. Right next to their person.

(You can also wake up your person by some sort of Cardigan Mind Meld. Stare at them long enough without moving and if they crack open an eye, lick them right on the lips. It's a talent.)


Don't say rude things to the cat. He likes you, but not enough to let you get away with it.

Nope, don't say them to the Pembrokes either.


A whistle means - come here. Got it! (Finally. I thought he never would!)


Where I go, he goes. He's my dog, through and through. He sits on my feet, he keeps the front seat of the car warm when I go in, he sleeps behind the counter at work on my jacket. From the first day he was here, he decided he was my dog, period. Either that or he was reading email. I wouldn't put it past him to do that. I also won't let him near my credit card.


Which leads us to today, a day of going to the barn together. I let him run up and down the driveway there for a while, until he was absolutely filthy and smiling and waiting for me to get done with the horses.


So, off we go! Next year's just one more adventure, right? I did need this dog. Like he lets me know on a daily basis, there's a lot of baggage claims out there in the world, better explore them! ;)

It's a bird! It's a plane! It's a year old Cardigan!



Happy new year, guys! :)

As the Toe Owchies...

So, recently I blogged about how Simon was limping badly, and we weren't sure if he hurt his leg or his back..

So, off the X-rays went to the specialist since my vet was unsure what it could be.

I was sitting with Si that night and sort of checking him all over again, and found that he had a rear hind outside toe that felt odd and swollen to me (and kind of clicky, eep!) Joanna of Ruffly Speaking had suggested it might very well be a toe break, as did Y. Now, you wouldn't think a toe would cause all those symptoms, but...

Darn Cardis are stoic! Oh man, are they stoic. Not a yelp, a yip, a grumble, a growl, nothing. In fact, touching his toe and having it make crunchy, awful sounds only meant that he could leap up afterward and go find a toy to make me throw it. Sheesh. Or lick anyone he could reach - my vet adores him, he's just a happy, friendly boy.

Well, the specialist couldn't find anything else on the X-rays. (Except that he did say, nice hips, and holy moly, that dog's muscled up. There's this big bulky shoulder muscle in the shot, haha. Simon's been working out with da Wubba!)

Of course the one place we didn't shoot was his hind feet. Now, after talking to the vet there's not a whole lot you can do for a broken toe in dogs. He figured that since he had stopped limping that it was likely either a dislocation or a fracture.

So, no running or playing much last week (yeah, good luck with that, Simon says heck no, playplayplaygogogo!) Today he came back to check up on him and yup, the toe was clicky. We decided to go ahead and take film to see for sure.

Both of us were like "Oh geeze!" when the film came out of the developer. It's a bad break on the P2; a lengthwise break with bone displacement right over the joint. Poor Simon! So then come the options -- ugh, pinning apparently isn't a great one. Casting him isn't either, in that he's an incredibly active (as those of you who have met him will agree) and our area is sopping wet right now. The vet feels it might do more harm than good.

So, we're trying to the old athlete's trick of taping two toes together for the next month or more, and hopefully it will heal up fine. He was concerned he might chew it off - nope! He looked at it, and then once he realized it was stable and not bothering him, off he went, skipping along and immediately tackled Caleb in delight.

I still don't know how he broke it; the vote is for flinging himself off the deck. Matt's vote, being the football guy he is is that Simon has Turf-Toe. We have decided to call it Wubba-Toe. Extreme sports, woo!

So, his $650.00 gosh-we've-X-ray'd-the-whole-Simon toe is taped up and he's as running and chirpy as ever. At least I have a great set of X-rays of his hips and shoulders and back for my records. Apparently he just flopped on the table happily and let them take all the shots they needed. Good guy!

I'm so buying him some cool colored vet tape; if I have to tape his toe for four weeks, we're going for fancy! ;)

(Ps: He says he feels just fine, no worries! Now let's play ball! Ball, ball, ball! He's got 15 other toes! Bring it on, baby! And thank you all for all the well wishes, aww.)

(PPS: Dad is totally coddling him, and don't think for a moment he's not taking advantage of it. Hey, this little new Canon Sure Shot is neat! Quick snapshot!)

Christmas Joy

For the first time in years we had the step-kids with us. Usually we have a very quiet Christmas morning, but wow, this year was pretty busy. Retail was grand -- we had a good season so far, and I'm very happy about it. Made up a bit on the debacle that was last year, ugh. A White Christmas is a beautiful thing, but as a retailer, we wince if it's before Christmas. It just packs a punch on sales.

However, I was ahead of the game this year. I wrapped everything before Christmas Eve! Go me. Of course... I had help. Lots of help. There's a lot of pet hair in my tape, argh.


All Simon really wanted for Christmas was new toys, and for me to allow him to run around outside. I've not been allowing him much run time all week, and because work was so busy, he couldn't go with me. So he was bored, bored, bored. Bored. Really bored. Sigh.


However, Christmas morning came, and oh boy... can you say mess? I did. ;) It was a fun mess though! The corgis and the cats got all their toys out and were happily playing while we were still unwrapping.


Caleb: "Mom? Mom? Are you still there? Help, I can't find my way out of the maze!"


Once it was all cleaned up though... outside we went! To try out the new cameras! ;)

Caleb and Riley, playing under the deck. It's always so funny how big Cardi muzzles look up against Pem muzzles.


Poor Caleb. He just got a Christmas morning bum-kicking. Ah well, that's usually what happens to the youngest, right? I got a Nerf bow and arrow one year as a kid for Christmas and spent the morning target practicing on my sister. Ahh, good memories.


However... Simon got exactly what he wanted for Christmas. He got to go outside, and run and play with all his toys. He was so, so happy, he couldn't stop doing that horrible shriek-bark of his while debating what toy he was going to play with at any given moment. We didn't stay out too long because I'm still worried about him, but we were out enough to burn off a bit of Christmas Crazies.


Hope everyone had a grand holiday! :D I am so looking forward to getting the year over so I can get a chance to draw again! Haven't forgotten about anyone, just man, retail eats you up after Thanksgiving!

Happy "Holidogs"

The boys send their wishes to everyone. :) Have a good Christmas!

(Also, to all the other folks who are retailers or work in retail, hang in there. Just a few more days to go, heh.)

(PS: For those wondering, Miss Piper doesn't get to go sit with Santa since the 'incident' a few years ago. Ahem.)

Owie, poor Simon...

Well, Simon hurt himself on Friday. We can't figure out how he did it -- and what's worse, we can't figure out what it is. Then again, the way he is, he could have hurt himself running around the yard, throwing his ball for himself.

Friday night he was having a hard time getting up - no yelping, nothing was sore or noticeable to the touch, but it looked like it was in both hind legs. I gave him some asprin and sent him to bed.

Saturday morning, it was even worse, and he was very stiff and favoring his left hind leg something awful, but also looked like he was going down in back. A call to the mobile vet, who was here within a half an hour.

A bunch of X-rays later and some doggie painkillers, he was feeling better Sunday, and today, he's back to bopping around with Caleb. (Hey, he gets the good stuff, Simon does.) However, the call from my vet tonight was frustrating, and he was frustrated too.

Now, he can't tell if he has a minorly calcified disk (or nothing at all it's so, so, so slight) a hip issue (which doesn't make much sense, considering he pre-limned fine) or if he's blown his cruciate... (argh, if he did, he probably did it running around with Caleb the week the ground was icy and hard as a rock.)

Or if he broke his toe - which is now my theory. His toe's all swollen up and he's holding it oddly. Which would be the best case out of all of these things. My vet's exact words were....

"I have no idea, but man, Corgis are weirdly shaped with those little dense bones. It doesn't help with diagnosis that they're very stoic and tough."

I'm wondering if that could cause all of his issues, if he crunched his toe pushing off the deck playing with his ball, or bent his leg under himself. :/ So, off the X-rays go to the specialist, and then we'll go from there. On a high note, he's putting weight on the leg and seems cheery as heck again.

Argh, dogs.

However, here, have a happy photo to finish off this post! :D



Throw it! Woo! Throw it! :D