God help me, I friended on Fb a local Corgi breeder.
Though I don't ever see a scenario that I will spend over a grand on a dog.
God help me, I friended on Fb a local Corgi breeder.
Spoiler:Though I don't ever see a scenario that I will spend over a grand on a dog.
Yeah... you say that now...
Good luck
God help me, I friended on Fb a local Corgi breeder.
Spoiler:Though I don't ever see a scenario that I will spend over a grand on a dog.
I adopted one, he's a delight.
UpToIsomorphism wrote:God help me, I friended on Fb a local Corgi breeder.
Spoiler:Though I don't ever see a scenario that I will spend over a grand on a dog.
I adopted one, he's a delight.
You adopted a Corgi breeder?
oilypenguin wrote:UpToIsomorphism wrote:God help me, I friended on Fb a local Corgi breeder.
Spoiler:Though I don't ever see a scenario that I will spend over a grand on a dog.
I adopted one, he's a delight.
You adopted a Corgi breeder?
His name is Stewart and he dresses them in ridiculous sweaters. He's 52 but I hope eventually he'll call me Dad.
Never speak about CBS comedies to my son or me again.
Never speak about CBS comedies to my son or me again.
I'll be sure not to, if they ever make one. jk
I didn't speak about it...
"I have all the balls!"
He just knows he's the cool corgi on his block, with his own ball pit and everything.
Not quite on topic, but there's an item in World of Warcraft that turns everyone you see into a corgi. I'm very excited.
I imagine the lead dog is humming this to himself.
Walking side by side with death,
The devil mocks their every step.
The snow drives back the foot that's slow,
The dogs of doom are howling low.
Shelby says hello.
Ahhh, no pants!
straight donald ducking it.
A husky/corgi cross named Diggy:
Another chorgi:
From that angle it almost looks like an unseen force is dragging him uphill by his neck.
Also, I've been reading too much Lovecraftian fiction lately.
That is adorable!
My corgi used to love going down snowy hills just like that. It was the cutest thing, especially the first time he did it, when the tracks weren't well-established yet. He'd take a running dive into the snow and then most squirm his way down the hill underneath it.
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