Snow Playtime

I hate to admits it, but I kind of like the apoxylips. I dig for the sticks that the trees gave me.

And rescue them from the cold apoxylips snow

They are kind of awkward to carry though. I wish the trees would leave me smaller sticks!

Just for good measure I also do some jumps on the Molly

Wordless Wednesday: Running Through the Snow

Thievery

I thought that the Molly would be my blocker so that I could get away with it, but it didn’t work. They saw me! Then the Molly denied ever trying to be my accomplice.

Fortunately, Santy Clause forgave me and still came to visit, even though I was a criminal little dog with no tail.

Video taken by our house guests (yes, I stole a guest’s slipper. I am sort of, a little ashamed of myself).

Doggie Elves

My elf costume was a holiday hit at the wiener cousin’s house!

Happy Merry Christmas Day!!!!

Santy Claus came!!!! Santy Claus came!!!! I dressed up in my special elf suit and ran out of my puppy bed crate to see my Santy Claus gifts, and oh what an amazarating site did I see!

Click Here to see what I saw on Happy Merry Christmas Day!!!!

P.S. The best part of what I saw though was my bestest friend the Molly who is getting better from being sick. Don’t tell her though, it might give her a big head or something.

The Night Before Corgimas

‘Twas the night before Corgimas, when all through the pack
Not a doggie was stirring, not even for snacks;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Santy Claus soon would be there;
The doggies were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of boney treats danced in their heads;
And the Molly in her doggie bed, and I in elf cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang, barked, and jumped to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Barked at the shutters and chewed up the sash.
The moon light was bright on sky falling snow
Like when Daddy shines flashlights on earthworms below,
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight goofy reindeer,
With a little old driver, with fur beard and big paws,
I knew in a moment it must be Santy Claus.
More rapid than beagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and barked loud, and called them by name;
“Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the dog house! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! and snacks for you all!”
As dry leaves that before the wild apoxylips fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the dog house the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and boney treats too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing, it made me say “boof.”
As I drew in my head, and barked like a hound,
Down the chimney Santy Claus came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his snoot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with dog spit and soot;
A bundle of boneys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like dog walker just opening his pack.
His eyes — how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like dog biscuts, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And I played with his beard as white as the snow;
The stump of a boney treat he held tight in his teeth,
And the the crumbs from it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a dog dish of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I barked when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled the doggie stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the fur of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Merry Christmas to all, and be good corgis tonight.”

All About Worm Grunting (With no Tail)

I saw on twitter that worm grunting is a super hot topic right now! Apparently some TV guy with a dirty job talked about it and now everyone wants to know about worm grunting! So I made this bonus post to tell you that I am a worm grunting little dog with no tail!

Here is a bit about worm grunting:

Worm grunting also known as “worm charming” or “worm fiddling” are methods of attracting worms from the ground. This is done usually to collect worms as bait for fishing.

From: US Post Today

Here I am checking on one of my very own earthworm farms. Mommy grows vegetables in there to help feed my worms:

When I worm grunt, I use my nose to nudge the worms from the ground. I would give you specific instructions but I’m a bit of a secretive little dog with no tail and I don’t want to share my earthworms. Not that it matters much because they are asleep for the winter right now anyway.