P3LH
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...with what felt like only a very brief ‘oh isn’t this nice’ phase!
As a young pup: an antichrist who bit harder than any terrier I’ve ever known, was fierier than a Phoenix, a serious resource guarder (bit through my lip for leaning over to grab something when she had a toy!) and generally would act like the little blue alien Stitch out of the Disney film ‘lilo and stitch’—complete with those weird noises, head thrashing and I’m sure, a love of Elvis.
After relentless work (I mean she is a corgi after all so naturally even after learning things and picking up good habits she opted to act as if she didn’t at convenient intervals) she became this rather pleasant little creature. Our fingers no longer bled, our voices were no longer hoarse, the cats were no longer suing me for mental anguish. OH and I said ‘this is why her maj clearly was addicted to them’. People would even comment on what a well mannered little soul she was on walks. She was in fact, charming.
Then....just as peace reigned and we were lulled into harmony.....the stitch alien noises returned...and the teenage phase began.
-queue dramatic Stephen king style music-
Someone has had several time outs today. Her crimes, albeit not as heinous as her original spree of rock & roll debauchery, are now just plain irritating. We’ve all been there right? But corgi’s, they do it with such style. She follows me as I replant what she has dug up and as I threaten her with death, she just does the corgi grin. When I do my best ‘you are in trouble’ voice as she pretends she can’t hear me at the bottom of the garden, she eventually waddles up low woofing at me which I’m sure is some sort of expletive in ancient welsh. On occasions when I really raise my voice, usually for crimes against cats civil rights, she will in fact bark at me and give such a withering and insulting stare.
I must add that having a toy bone placed IN my mouth as I was lying on the sofa this evening, and ignoring her repeated nudges with a variety of toys to see which one would finally push me into giving into what she wants, was a first—even by stroppy teenagerChicken flavoured nylabone isn’t something I’d reccomend.
I feel if she were human then she’d have hit this phase where she would be wearing vintage clothing, only drinking fair trade coffee from independent shops and listening to vinyl records of obscure sixties surgery pop. With piercings and gap years to follow.
I won’t even start on what working from home and Microsoft teams meetings are like with her.....if anyone would like a not so small, bristly coated dictator/life coach to shape them up....she would fit through most post boxes....Very good at motivating (you don’t get a choice to move)....very good at enforcing diets (try sitting down for a meal for five)...and a very good home security system.....
My veteran rough collie boys however are just perfect....and look at each other with a smugness about being sainted and canonised as my short memory forgets their days of chewing through a whole nest of tables, eating rare antique books, eating the bottom half of a stable door, and once running away and doing a vanishing act for several hours.....but no, as they walk perfectly to heel without leads, wait patiently at every door and gateway, ask nicely to play or for treats that has naturally erased their hellraiser past....
As a young pup: an antichrist who bit harder than any terrier I’ve ever known, was fierier than a Phoenix, a serious resource guarder (bit through my lip for leaning over to grab something when she had a toy!) and generally would act like the little blue alien Stitch out of the Disney film ‘lilo and stitch’—complete with those weird noises, head thrashing and I’m sure, a love of Elvis.
After relentless work (I mean she is a corgi after all so naturally even after learning things and picking up good habits she opted to act as if she didn’t at convenient intervals) she became this rather pleasant little creature. Our fingers no longer bled, our voices were no longer hoarse, the cats were no longer suing me for mental anguish. OH and I said ‘this is why her maj clearly was addicted to them’. People would even comment on what a well mannered little soul she was on walks. She was in fact, charming.
Then....just as peace reigned and we were lulled into harmony.....the stitch alien noises returned...and the teenage phase began.
-queue dramatic Stephen king style music-
Someone has had several time outs today. Her crimes, albeit not as heinous as her original spree of rock & roll debauchery, are now just plain irritating. We’ve all been there right? But corgi’s, they do it with such style. She follows me as I replant what she has dug up and as I threaten her with death, she just does the corgi grin. When I do my best ‘you are in trouble’ voice as she pretends she can’t hear me at the bottom of the garden, she eventually waddles up low woofing at me which I’m sure is some sort of expletive in ancient welsh. On occasions when I really raise my voice, usually for crimes against cats civil rights, she will in fact bark at me and give such a withering and insulting stare.
I must add that having a toy bone placed IN my mouth as I was lying on the sofa this evening, and ignoring her repeated nudges with a variety of toys to see which one would finally push me into giving into what she wants, was a first—even by stroppy teenagerChicken flavoured nylabone isn’t something I’d reccomend.
I feel if she were human then she’d have hit this phase where she would be wearing vintage clothing, only drinking fair trade coffee from independent shops and listening to vinyl records of obscure sixties surgery pop. With piercings and gap years to follow.
I won’t even start on what working from home and Microsoft teams meetings are like with her.....if anyone would like a not so small, bristly coated dictator/life coach to shape them up....she would fit through most post boxes....Very good at motivating (you don’t get a choice to move)....very good at enforcing diets (try sitting down for a meal for five)...and a very good home security system.....
My veteran rough collie boys however are just perfect....and look at each other with a smugness about being sainted and canonised as my short memory forgets their days of chewing through a whole nest of tables, eating rare antique books, eating the bottom half of a stable door, and once running away and doing a vanishing act for several hours.....but no, as they walk perfectly to heel without leads, wait patiently at every door and gateway, ask nicely to play or for treats that has naturally erased their hellraiser past....
