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Adventures with Big Z

I realized yesterday that I just take myself way too seriously at times. Things get bad for me when both my husband and I are taking ourselves too seriously. There just aren't enough laughs to go around.

Last night I was writing in bed with my favorite dog next to me. Well, after a while he decided he needed more room. Zilla just sprawled himself across the width of the bed. This is no small Corgi. He rightfully grew into the name Dogzilla. My laptop was in his way so he scootched (is that even a real word?) his behind on my laptop. I just stared at the tailless butt for a moment before I moved the laptop. I swear I heard a satisfied sigh come from his lips.

On the way home I decide I'm too hungry to get my mind on writing so I will go to the store, get some food, and then head home. While at the store I get the brilliant idea to buy hot dogs. Memorial Day is coming soon and so is the Ohio Corgi Picnic. Since we aren't going to any cookouts, I will make hot dogs tonight or tomorrow. An evil gleam gets into my eyes. After making my purchase I scurry home. The Cardigans on the CD player lift my spirits and I'm suddenly reminded of the concert at The Newport with more 12-year-old girls than beer but that's another story entirely.

After a minor debate my husband and I decide tonight we will eat hot dogs. And I have my chance to mess with Zilla. I have his water dish in my hand and I call upstairs to my husband to bring the digital camera. This smart dog is looking from me to the stairs and back again. He knows something is up. His eyebrows and eyes shift with each look.

I set the bowl down and Zilla gingerly picks the hot dog out of it and starts to gulp it. He tricked me! I thought for certain he would be unsure of how he should get the hot dog. Foiled again by the Big Z.

For the next 20 minutes my husband is camera happy and Zilla can't decide if he should like all of the attention or try to run away.

So for those who made it this far… The Hot Dog Doesn't Stand a Chance



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 23rd, 2006 10:16 pm (UTC)
LMAO lookit his stubby widdle legs!

He's sooo cute. Admittedly he's the first corgi I've ever thought that about, but it's true :)
May. 24th, 2006 04:48 am (UTC)
I'm biased but I think he's just beautiful. He's always dressed up because he's got mascara, spats on his legs and a bowtie. :)

At the Ohio Corgi Picnic there is always one fellow who walks up to me and tells me that he thinks Zilla is the best looking corgi there and he looks forward to seeing him every year. And the man owns two!

I think some are too thin and skinny; they look like rat corgis.
May. 24th, 2006 04:28 pm (UTC)
Wingnut, our over-sized golden retriever, grumbles if one us (my wife or me) moves around in bed. When we all travel together, one of us (generally me) has to sleep with the dog or she gets all pissy and moans until one us does; and, finally, when she falls asleep she becomes rock-like and you can't move her. As a result of her rigidness we usually have about 6 inches each of a king-sized and she has the rest

It's a dog's world, we're just living in it.
May. 24th, 2006 08:55 pm (UTC)
I have to agree with you totally. When Zilla was only 10 pounds I was amazed at how solid he'd become when he laid down and stretched out. That puppy somehow became 30 pounds in a matter of minutes.

Zilla is very much grounded in habit and he gets nervous or upset if we're not all together. So nights when my husband's at work while I stay home are usually full of whines. I can only say "Daddy will be home soon" so many times before he stops believing me. When it's near 7pm he's ready for his dinner. When it's close to 11pm or 11:30pm he's tries to use his Corgi Mind Control to herd everyone into the bedroom.

It really does make you wonder who is the real master in the relationship.
May. 24th, 2006 09:14 pm (UTC)
Oh, I have no doubt who the top dog is in our house. Let's just say the Dog Whisperer is very, very disappointed in us as supposed pack leaders.

My wife just sent me a phone picture of the Wingnut, She's stretched out on the bed with her head on my pillow, My place on the dog-chain of life is secure:I'm the bottom rung.
May. 25th, 2006 04:10 am (UTC)
You could tell yourself Wingnut misses you so much that she's taken your spot in the bed so she can smell your pillow. ;)

Zilla's favorite spot is the bed. I've snuck home and walked upstairs into the bedroom to find him either sleeping in the middle or on my husband's pillow. He does have a thing for my husband's pillow though but he always moves when my husband comes to bed.
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