When Otis was super itty bitty he was always very serious. A part of me feared that I had the only non-ridiculous corgi in existence. He never derped at all.
I no longer have that fear.
Corgis tend to grow into their hammy personalities.
After tomorrow those will be the only balls Otis has left.
Poor fella.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! Otis! Your harbles!
On the upside: Tons of Otis in his C.o.S.
CONE OF SHAME!!!!!
Otis has discovered that he can use his snout to push open mostly closed doors. Whenever I had to use the little frog’s room he would nudge the door open, walk in, and stare at me while I did my business.
I found this disconcerting.
So today I made sure I had closed the door completely. A few seconds later I heard a large *BONK* at the door. Then another. And another. He gave up after 6 bonks.
Oh yes. Pudge *boops* his way into everything. Unfortunately, none of the doors in the house really close. All privacy has been lost.
The Atlantic wrote a hit piece about corgis. Why would anyone do that? Clearly they have never met a corgi.
