Tag Archives: Corgi

HRH

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I dunno. Maybe the National Dog Show got me to humming new lyrics to Royals. I cracked myself up. So I want to crack you up, too…

I’ve never seen a Royal in the flesh

I cut my teeth on Queens and Kings in the movies

And I don’t growl when I’m distressed

With this torn up towel

No dog bed envy

But every song’s like

Big ears

Long snoot

Napping in the bathroom

Short legs

Long tongue

Shedding in the bedroom

We don’t care, we’re chasing Cadillacs in our dreams

But everybody’s like

Rawhides

Squeak toys

Runnin’ on a dog beach

Milkbones

Groomers

Embroidery on my dog leash

We don’t care, we’re not caught up in your fancy chair

And we’ll never be corgis (corgis)

They love to run and dig in mud

That kind of fluff is just their butt

We crave a different kind of ruff

Let me be your lap dog

You can call me Queen P

And baby I’ll rule, I’ll rule, I’ll rule

Let me live like Pixie.

Strike a Pose

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Today, Miss Pixie came to work with me for the second time. The first time was on Tuesday, for a meet and greet. She was very, very well behaved, except that she pocketed a lot of unsuspecting hearts. And it only took three people telling me that she should do a photo shoot, for me to suddenly remember (like the American President and his rose garden) that it turns out we have a photo studio.

I came home at lunchtime, packed a diaper bag tote full of props, toys, treats, newspapers, enzyme “accident” spray, and paper towels. Then tucked the baby puppy into her carrier seat crate, and off we went, for her close-up.

Our staff photographer is a really good egg, and didn’t mind that Pixie “marked” a spot, or ate the masking tape, or chewed the white paper background sweep. He got down on his belly, and got eye to eye with the Divine Miss P, who, incidentally loves the camera. As in, she tried to eat it a few times. I honestly couldn’t imagine that Chris would get anything usable, but…

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…you be the judge.