The Battle of the Bed

The back of our house is pretty much one big room. To the left side is the family room, to the right, the kitchen. There's no divider what so ever. About at the midpoint, we have a large, round dog bed. It's big enough for both dogs, but they really don't like to share. It's funny to watch them scheming on how to get to be the one on the bed. If they are coming downstairs for the first time in the morning, it becomes a race to see who gets there first. A lot of mornings, Jimmy comes downstairs before Wilson to ensure he gets the primo real estate. Wilson will show up a bit later and give Jimmy a dirty look as he goes on past and settles for the nearby rug. But, lest you feel sorry for Wilson, he's not without his own devices. The rug he settles on is right by the back door. So Wilson will take a peek outside, give a low woof or two, and this will bring Jimmy flying over to see what Wilson "sees", which is nothing. Now Jimmy's off the bed, and Wilson runs over and plops down. Neener! You fell for it again, Jimmy!

Here's a couple of photos to set the scene. In this example, Jimmy was the winner. John came downstairs and was in the kitchen half. Any potential for food is going to draw Wilson off the bed and closer to the possibility of a bite!

Jimmy: Yes! I feel smug!

And, of course, they've always got the chair and the sofa, when the bed is occupied! But it's all about being the winner!

A Stroll Down Memory Lane....

Sculpture and Photograph by Barbie Sonnett

It's funny how things can trigger an old memory, one that hasn't surfaced in a long time. I am a big fan of the sculptures that Barbie Sonnett creates. She was an amazing talent and luckily for the Corgi world, she directs her skills in our direction! I always keep an eye peeled to EBay to see her latest pieces. So when I saw this amusing little scene built around a lamp, I couldn't help but smile at the memories it conjured up.....

Back in the days when I had my sweet Cardi Dylan , I lived in a condo in Reston. We often ordered pizza for delivery. We would phone it in and then write out a check for the delivery person. Well, Mr. Dylan was just as big a fan of pizza as we were, and it didn't take him long to figure out the pattern.....Hear the word "Pizza", a phone call, a check and that meant something wonderful would be arriving at the front door! He would go position himself a few feet from the door and wait. His attention span would hold whether the pizza took 15 minutes to arrive or even an hour. He sat and waited and drooled. It got to the point where if we were just tossing around the idea, "Hey, you wanna order a Pizza?", he would go sit by the door....for a long time. And, heaven forbid, if we decided against getting one, convincing him to leave the door was tough! We eventually started talking in code when it came to discussing the topic. We shortened it to just "P"..."You wanna order a P?" Of course all dogs learn the key word "wanna", and figuring out what "P" meant was simple enough. So then we switched to "Pie"....He figured that one out, too! Never doubt how much your dog understands, especially when it involves a beloved food! We moved from Reston, and no longer got delivery pizzas at our new house (they always arrived cold!), but Dylan knew the word Pizza all his remaining days!

Many thanks to Barbie for reviving a fond memory. If that lamp had featured brindle Cardigans, it would very likely be sitting on a table in my house right now!

Have a memorable weekend, Everyone!