Welcome Back...

As I mentioned yesterday, I am the matriarch of the current Corgi Crew.




My mama was named Irish Misty Fire, but everyone around here called her Mist. My daddy was called Buddy, or Butter Butt.  My human mom and dad often refer to this place as Corgi Country because they are on their third generation of Pembroke Welsh Corgi’s.

I'm the oldest Corgi around here now, as mama and daddy passed away a couple of years ago. I really missed them. My mama was a Black Tri, and passed away from cancer at the age of 10, and my daddy looked like me only heavier and more muscular, and he passed last year at the age of 12. He loved to play with his grandpups.

My mom says that I was the orneriest one in my litter, and about TORE my brother UP when we were little! That is how I got my name. 

I am very smart and used to work with mama and daddy to herd the goats we had for awhile. Mom got rid of the goats when a mean one caught me with her horns up against the wall of the feed room and injured my hips. Now I work as a helper dog for mom, picking things up for her when she drops them. She says it really helps a lot since her back bothers her.

I guess they had several people waiting in line for me to have pups when I reached the proper age, but, typical of my ornery little self, I didn't like the stuck up, high falootin' Pems they found for me, and failed to produce for seven years! I think they totally despaired of me ever having pups. Well, I finally decided to sneak out and find my own “stud muffin” and made up for lost time. 

I had EIGHT Chihuahua/Doxie/Corgi pups… (Chorgis is what my family calls them. ) Guess they named me Ornery Cuss appropriately, huh!   More later...