I think we need something to cheer us up after yesterday, so get a load of this pup. Those big feets and thick but ever-so-stub-tacular legs. The huge-mongous ears. The raccoon mask. And the sheer roundness of this dog! A sausage in a fluffy blanket fresh out of the dryer.
That tennis ball? That is a stolen tennis ball.
This is a terrible year for corgis. My two best corgi friends have passed away this year: first Tidus, and now Rex. They both lived pretty long lives: Tidus was nearly fifteen, and Rex was more than twelve. But it’s always terrible to see a friend go, especially one so good at making you laugh.
So here’s a previously-unreleased picture of Rex. Despite what it looks like in the picture, he was actually really enjoying his bath, and didn’t want it to end.
Here’s to you, Rex. You may not have always been a ‘good boy’, but you were always, always an awesome dog.
Sir Benedict Bruno Wu III (aka Big Head Benny) is 11 months old in these pictures, which means he’s just over a year now. He has new grown-up responsibilities, like maintaining his own Instagram site, Benny.The.Welshie.
(No way: is this the first Welsh terrier we’ve had? Awesome!)
I always get the Welshes and the Irishes mixed up. Personal failing.
It was tough to get him to hold still, even with a treat.
This was Benny’s compromise between being a good boy and sitting and going after that delicious-smelling bacon.
Someone likes the local watering hole just as much as I do.
Gotta say, I love the hat.
Coconut was a wee bit chilly.
I used to be this photogenic. And then I somehow acquired a second chin, somewhere along the line.
Whenever I look at Westies (or mixes like this) I think about vanilla ice cream.
See? There were some non-corgis at the CorgiCon.
There were SO MANY puppy smiles at CorgiCon.
I have SO MANY CORGIS. This place is going to be Corgi Central for a while, I’m afraid. I know you all will be terribly disappointed by that, but you’ll just have to ride it out.
There were more people than corgis. Which is only fair: several people to pet each corgi.
Look at the smile.
So if this pup slipped his leash and I ran to help catch him, would that make me a “flat flat-coat retriever” retriever? Or if he were wearing a coat and it fell off, and I ran back to get it for his grateful owner, I would be a “flat flat-coat retriever” coat retriever, or, if I were wearing a coat at the time, perhaps a coated “flat flat-coat retriever” coat retriever.
I think this might be the prettiest picture of a black dog I’ve ever taken. FOG HELPS SO MUCH. Well, and the dog not moving helps a lot too.
Mmm, marmalade.
Lovely marmie eyes.
Another CorgiCon friend.
If you look closely you can see the spotty puppy lips.