The Chronicles of Zippy
Something came in the dog door the other night! At least, so say my folks, as no dogs were awake to witness such an event, much less chase off the intruder.
The story goes like this: My folks were awakened by the whap-whap sound the dog door flap makes when we come in the house. They didn’t think much of it until they realized that dog snoring was present in the room, so it couldn’t possibly have been us.
After thinking about this for a minute or two, my folks got up, stealthily tip-toed over to the dog door, found no uninvited guest, and locked the dog door shut. Being the middle of the night, and therefore in a somewhat addled state, it apparently did not occur to my folks that it was entirely possible that they had just locked the interloper in. (But cut them some slack, they are just People, after all.)
Anyway, we still don’t know what, if anything, it was. Taking inventory of the critters that surround us, we figure it could have been anything from squirrel to skunk. Wild turkeys cannot possibly be smart enough to figure out the highly technical mechanism of a dog door flap. It’s not big enough for a People, unless it’s one of the extremely youthful variety, say, toddler-size, and we like to think that was unlikely at 3am.
My best guess is it was the neighborhood wandering kitty, who must have been enticed by our yummy dog food and delectable treats, but was immediately scared off by being in the presence of the greatness of dogs. How cool! We were totally fabulous watchdogs, even while completely oblivious to what was going on.
I just noticed that Daisy observes the “5-second rule.” That’s where food that falls to the floor is considered safe to eat, if retrieved within five seconds.
She seems to be very strict about this. If something has been on the floor for longer than five seconds, she won’t touch it. I do not consider this to be a problem, as it has the potential to significantly increase my intake.
Over the years, both Daisy and I have developed the dinnertime ritual of taking kibble out of the bowl, and setting it on the floor before ingesting it. My folks wonder if we think our bowls don’t smell good, but it’s really just for sorting and airing purposes. Plus, licking the floor adds a little bit of seasoning.
But Daisy always seems to miss a few that she places on the floor, and upon discovering them later, will give them no more than a passing sniff.
I see this as proof she is only part Corgi. To a real Corgi, if it is edible, has ever been edible, or can be edible, it will be eaten. Unless it’s lettuce.
A big windy storm came through, and while our folks weren’t home, the power went out. It is scary alone at night in the dark.
The wind made a lot of noise, and the power didn’t come back on for hours. Corgis generally have no real use for electricity, but at least I can use that as an excuse for not updating my journal.
Our folks have moved our videos over to YouTube, so we have revamped our Movies page. So far, they have added one more video, an old one of me being quite agitated over a vibrating toy octopus.
My folks call me manic in that video. But I enjoy being a movie star and they don’t seem to realize that I am just doing a spectacular job of acting. Oh, the emotion!
Happy Thanksgiving! We watched the dog show on TV, but mostly, we watched the oven. There was something really good in there! And we got some!
Funny thing about the dog show. Those were really pretty dogs and all, but we got hugs and pettings and yummy stuff and we didn’t even have to compete, much less win.
Five Corgis were big winners at the Fido Film Awards! They portrayed the Queen's Corgis in the movie The Queen. Of course, being Corgis, they did a very good job of...portraying Corgis.
Here is a video of the nominees on the red carpet.
Keeping up to date in the world of Corgis, here are a couple of articles about the Queen and her dogs: Hug for Queen Elizabeth's first corgi and Her devoted canine companions - cocker spaniels, labradors and, of course, corgis.
Aren’t all Corgis treated like royalty anyway?
There are some cool new Corgi items in our bookstore, including a couple of new books, some cute stickers and huggable plush Corgis!
Also, don’t forget to check out our own store, with Zippy mugs and shirts and clocks and magnets and aprons and wow, I hope you don’t mind the shameless self-promotion there. Got carried away.
Speaking of old photos, my folks are particularly fond of this one, but they don’t realize that it’s because I am bending their minds. Yep, that’s what’s going on in that shot, yessir.
The folks have been pushing some old photos up to our Flickr page.
Dogs on walks! Dogs in cars! Daisy at the pound, before she was ours! Dog drool on the floors! (That probably goes without saying.)
Might be more to come later as they sift through the archives.
Daisy is not the bravest soul I have ever met. In fact, she worries about most things, just in varying degrees. Most of the time, she tries very hard to overcome this, but some things are just beyond what she can handle. Like...Little Kids At The Park.
Daisy becomes quite concerned at the prospect of Little Kids. I am not sure why. I have always found Little Kids to be an additional source of snacks. I don’t mean that the kids themselves are delicious, I mean they usually are packing some sort of treat or they have jelly stuck on them somewhere. But Daisy is very shy and does not seem to like meeting new deliciously-enabled people.
Even worse, she has recently encountered a further troubling development at the park: Little Kids With Kites. Daisy interprets this atmosphere as Mayhem And Things Falling From The Sky.
I guess there is an upside to having such an active imagination. It makes every day an adventure.
We are back from vacation! This time, we went Hotel Camping. That is where we spend all day doing camping-type things, but go back to the cushy hotel to sleep, far away from the lumpy ground and curious bears.
The hotel has a strange thing. It is called an elevator. Have you ever seen one of these? It is a tiny little room. You get in it, the doors close, then you wait for a few seconds. Then the doors open and you are someplace else! It is like magic!
We kinda missed the bears, though.
Here is a new Corgi book, Korgi, Vol. 1,
If you are looking for a dog stroller, here is a great deal we found.
Should fit most Corgis, although Daisy, who has slightly longer legs and a reluctance to lie down while getting wheeled about, mashes her ears against the roof a tad.
Don’t now how long this sale will last, because we don’t work there or anything, but they were pretty speedy, and sent the right stuff and everything.
So you know about dog toast, right?
Well, my friends, let me tell you what happened the other day. An entire omelet fell on the floor.
Oh, yes, you heard right. An overcooked delight of egg and cheese and a few veggies was being plopped into the trash (seeing as how my folks seem to be particular enough not to eat something unless it is cooked to perfection, but not particular enough to actually watch the food to ensure such an outcome), and it missed its target. Plop.
And we did not even notice. Until it had cooled down enough to be slurped up. Timing is everything.
Although a side of dog toast would have made it even better.
Oh, I guess I should report in to keep things up to date.
There is much grass to roll in already, so an application of that tick stuff is in order. I don’t like because it makes a cold spot on my neck for a few seconds. How inconvenient.
Daisy has made peace with the car. It is amazing how a few stragically placed snack items hidden throughout the cargo area distracted her from being scared. She is just lucky I didn’t get to them first.
Hey, didja see the Corgi onstage at the Oscars last night? Way to represent!
Our folks traded in our car, so we have a bit of a disruption in our regular world of familiarity.
This is quite the problem for Daisy, who is very much a creature of habit, and is convinced that the new car is an Object To Be Feared.
I am much brighter than that, however, and I know that anything with four wheels and an engine usually means a trip to someplace fun.
And besides, in reasonably short order, we will have it filled with dog hair and dog drool and dog smells and it will feel like the next best thing to home.
An evening filled with deep thoughts. Like: “My folks really should learn to turn on the flash.”
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