Mom haz created my own dictionary!! If you follow me on Facebook, you’ll need this handy list to know what the heck is going on. It’s short right now, but Mom promises she’ll add more to it soon!

Okay, mebbe it’s National Train Your Dog Month… but I’m a corgi, and you probably own a corgi, so for all intents and purposes, it’s National Train Your Corgi Month.

Mom had quite a few ideas of things to teach me… one of her most ambitious ones was to stand on her feet and stay on as she walked around. Buuut, that kinda freaks me out. So instead, Mom started teaching me to run in and out of her legs. I wasn’t really comfortable with that at first (I’m a tripping hazard, after all), but after a while i was zooming in and out and getting tons of treats for it!

Mom also wanted me to walk backwards. But I decided that I’d rather just lay down and stare at her.

So Mom took advantage of my awesome attention span and worked on extreme leave-its. First, she taught me to balance a treat on my head. Then, she taught me to balance treat on my nose! Next, she put one on my paw… but it’s so tempting I can’t even look at it, I haz to turn away. And then Mom says I can eat it.

A video may be in the works for some of my great tricks… stay tuned, Mom will post them in my blog and in Facebook!

The Twelve Days of CorgiMas

The Corgi version of the Twelve Days of Christmas
By Merlin – as translated by his Mom

On the First Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
A corgi who loves to party! (WAHOO!!)

On the Second Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Two rubber balls, (WHEE!)
And a corgi who loves to party!

On the Third Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Three femur bones, (Nom Nom Nom)
Two rubber balls,
And a corgi who loves to party!

On the Fourth Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Four bacon strips, (We know when it’s not bacon!)
Three femur bones,
Two rubber balls,
And a corgi who loves to party!

On the Fifth Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Five bowls of food!!! (ZOMG!)
Four bacon strips,
Three femur bones,
Two rubber balls,
And a corgi who loves to party!

On the Sixth Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Six channel weaves, (weave weave weave!)
Five bowls of food!!! (it’s sooo good!)
Four bacon strips,
Three femur bones,
Two rubber balls,
And a corgi who loves to party!

On the Seventh Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Seven ducks to chase, (quack quack quack! Run for your lives!)
Six channel weaves, (weave weave weave!)
Five bowls of food!!! (burp)
Four bacon strips, (nice dessert)
Three femur bones, (chew chew chew)
Two rubber balls, (too fat… can’t chase)
And a corgi who loves to party!

On the Eighth Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Eight doggie biscuits, (crunch crunch crunch)
Seven ducks to chase, (I’m gonna get you!)
Six channel weaves, (weave, weave, pass out)
Five bowls of food!!! (nom nom bleah)
Four bacon strips, (really?)
Three femur bones, (umm, I’ll pass)
Two rubber balls, (I’ll just watch them)
And a corgi who loves to party! (and nap)

On the Ninth Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Nine belly rubs, (that’s soooo good… nice and soft)
Eight doggie biscuits, (does anyone want to share?)
Seven ducks to chase, (i’ll just intimidate them with my eyes)
Six channel weaves, (i’ll pass this time)
Five bowls of food!!! (seriously, I’m getting full)
Four bacon strips, (oh well, it’s bacon)
Three femur bones, (these things will keep until tomorrow, right?)
Two rubber balls, (bouncy bouncy.. somewhere else)
And a corgi who loves to party! (ok, getting a little queasy now)

On the Tenth Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Ten cows a mooing, (bark bark bark!!! stoopid cows)
Nine belly rubs, (could I get a TUMS with that?)
Eight doggie biscuits, (maybe i’ll save them for later)
Seven ducks to chase, (bark, bark, blah)
Six channel weaves, (weave… weave… nap)
Five bowls of food!!! (I can’t keep eating five bowls of food a day, guys)
Four bacon strips, (still yummy)
Three femur bones, (sigh)
Two rubber balls, (No.)
And a corgi who loves to party! (Seriously, I’m really queasy guys)

On the Eleventh Day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Eleven meals a day, (seriously? I wasn’t getting enough with the five bowls of food?)
Ten cows a mooing,  (bark.. bark.. oh whatever.)
Nine belly rubs, (please… stop.)
Eight doggie biscuits, (grooooooooooan)
Seven ducks to chase, (shhh, quack quietly, corgi’s got a stomachache…)
Six channel weaves, (they’d make a good coat rack)
Five bowls of food!!! (I’m gonna blow here soon…)
Four bacon strips, (nom nom nom cos it’s bacon)
Three femur bones, (uhh maybe later)
Two rubber balls, (YOU play with them, I can’t move!)
And a corgi who loves to party! (can’t party anymore – my belly is the size of a barrel)

On the Twelfth day of CorgiMas,
My best friend sent to me:
Twelve squirrels squeaking, (GAH! If only I had gotten these on the second day of Christmas… stoopid squirrels!!!)
Eleven meals a day, (Oh geez I can’t see my feet any more)
Ten cows a mooing, (could you moo a little quieter?)
Nine belly rubs, (nooooooooooo too full…………..)
Eight doggie biscuits, (put them away!!)
Seven ducks to chase, (they can chase themselves)
Six channel weaves, (haha yeah right)
Five bowls of food!!! (:X)
Four bacon strips, (oh no, they’re greasy.. but… must.. eat…)
Three femur bones, (so… full)
Two rubber balls, (feeling sick)
And a corgi who loves to party! (bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah! I told you I was queasy!)

Seriously, what’s up with this hoomin?

He only gives presents to GOOD little doggies?

Sounds like discrimination to me!