I didn’t choose the basketball life. The basketball life chose me. Who you callin’ short fries?! Put me in, coach! I’m ready to play. I shoots. I scores. I shuts ’em down. It’s what I do. I’m just a Corgi. Lying before a basketball. Asking it to love him. Behold, […]
A walk down memory lane today, back to 2009 — the very first year of the blog! This post is dedicated to the past and present royal Corgis of H.R.M. Queen Elizabeth II, the world’s most famous Corgi lover. The Queen’s recent decision to stop breeding her royal Corgis signals the end of an […]
For (nearly) Wordless Wednesday, a Dogues Gallery of Expert Squeakectomists and Professional De-Upholsterers. Enjoy!
The soggy bits are the best! YUMMO. He was mocking me, I swear. It was a bit dry, next time please add gravy. The enemy has been vanquished. Again. It said on the cover “Reader’s Digest Books.” I read. I digested. What’s the problem? […]
He had me at hello. Yep. Right in the feels! Meet my puddin’ cup! I am betwixt and between. The heart wants what the heart wants. Don’t be judgey. I won him over with my awkwardness. In our defense, we were left unsupervised. Nobody puts baby […]
Because it’s Friday. Do we need more reason than that? Oh HECK no. To boldly derp where no dog has derped before. Roll that groovy galactic footage! Yes, that’s the Queen on a Corgi. And that’s the […]
The Daily Corgi has been publishing for eight years now. That’s a lot of Corgis and a lot of years! Today’s Throwback Thursday post comes out of the archives from 2012. Where five years went between then and now, I have no idea. None and none-er. That said, Gideon the Corgi’s story is no […]
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I like big boats and I cannot lie. Work like a captain. Play like a pirate. Put on your life preserver. I’m about to rock this boat. King of the world? That’s me! If someone says you go boating too much, bite them. You don’t need that negativity in […]
Bonjour. I am Leopold! Leopold the Lionhearted. You can call me King Leo. Or simply King, mes amies. I was born a king in the beautiful countryside east of Paris. It was May of 2015. I remember it well. Kings aren’t born every day, after all. Not REAL kings, anyhow. They call me a king, […]