My name is Rosemary, but you can call me Roseberry.
Besides, I sort of look like a Roseberry, don’t I?
I’m a retired champion, and I’m learning to live peacefully with chickens. Dozer, Beaker and the rest of the cluck-cluck gang like to give me a hard time …
… but you know how it is with chickens. Need I say more?
My Mom Jennifer adopted me when I was four, after giving up her grueling commute. Daddy-O Gene is the lucky guy who gets to hang out with us.
Just ask him … he’ll knows he’s got the good life, living with us girls.
I’m not too keen on fetching balls, but I enjoy supervising the dogs who do, and I’m sure they appreciate my barking orders. When I’ve completed the job, I return to whichever human has the Chuckit and wait intently for the next throw.
Luckily for my folks, I never bark anwhere but the dog park. I’m just awesome like that.
I’ve overheard Mom tell The Daily Corgi that I’m a sweetie of a dog and she’s glad I”m a part of the household.
Sounds about right to me!
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Welcome to The Daily Corgi, Roseberry!
You are BarOoOoOoOoooo-tiful!