Take this morning… I absolutely HAD to go outside for a few minutes, and what did I find upon my return? That DOG had been on Mom’s bed! I could smell him.
He had gotten up there and ROLLED all over Dad’s side of the bed! I got in there just in time to see him smirk and jump down.
Mom keeps telling me to “be nice…” and I am trying to be, but REALLY! Is NOTHING sacred?! THAT is our BED!!!
Sure, he is lonely and wants someone to love on him. I’m sure that he really craves a “truly HIS person…” but Mom and Dad are MY people!
And, he keeps bugging my sister, Dott. She is trying to be nice too, because our people keep telling us we have to be.
He follows her around all the time unless she goes into her room through her little door that isn’t big enough for the rest of us, or gets on her recliner by Mom’s computer in the Front Room, where Mom won’t let him get to her.
I guess he IS sad because he doesn’t have his own person. I hope that we will either find his people, though no one has advertised for him, or that he will be able to go to the shelter on the coast where the dogs Mom’’s Sister takes find excellent homes right away.
I think they'd better hurry though because Mom has a tendency (as mentioned before) to fall in love with the foster animals she takes in...
Sadie plays with him, and is pretty nice to him, and she tells me I should be nice to him too. I GUESS, I could TRY to be nicer.
It shouldn’t be much longer, and we DO want to give his people, if he has some that want him, a chance to find him. I would hate for someone not to let MY people have a chance to find me if I got lost…
NOTE from Dott: Martha, we would be happy to have you or Bailey join the CAF (Corgi Air Force) as it is run like the Foreign legion and anyone who wants to join is welcome, but since you are so far away, you might want to start a Bassett Bombardier Group… what do you think? Would you need permission from OWAS Commander Tank?