Hi! I’m Lily Waffles Dohr.
When Daddy-O Eric adopted me from the Milwaukee Humane Society in February, they told him I was six years old. One vet visit later, they thought maybe I was closer to four.
A lady never reveals her age, of course. That kind of classified information stays between me and mini-me.
Like fine wine or the seven wonders of the world, I really am ageless. Timeless. And at the moment treat-less. Got any?
On my way to the dog park to get those big boys in line. Great Danes? Mastiffs? Bring ’em on. You think they scare me? Think again!
I humor my family, I really do. They provide the necessities of life (neck rubs, rawhide, visits to Aunt Nancy’s) and I give them the cuddle-bugging and entertainment they crave. Pretty decent trade-off. Sometimes there are moments like THIS, but what can you do? People like to put stuff on Corgis. Weird stuff.
Keep the food coming or these monkeyshines are kaput.
Let me put a vicious rumor to rest right now: I do not snore. I have never snored. I will never snore.
That’s my story and I’m stickin’ to it.
Oh, Lily, you are so adorable. Keep up the good work of bringing joy and laughter to your family.
Cute story — I luv your writing!
It certainly was his lucky day, wasn't it? Corgi ON!
From the Corgi Patrol over in Madison, we're glad you found your forever home. How about a southern Wisconsin Corgi meetup sometime?
Would love that. Lily is on the NW side of Milwaukee, havent found many corgi in towns