Tangential Evenings

It was my brother's 30th birthday this weekend, a good time was had by all... <end of thought>

So, anyway... I have this corgi, a really cute one, his name is Franklin Benedict Houdini Vedamuthu (aka: Frankie, Sir Shitsalot, Mr. Poopy Pants, Frank, and Wubba). Seriously he's the coolest dog EVAR. Let me tell you a bit about him. His birthday is August 28, 2008. He's a fawn and white fluffy Pembroke Welsh Corgi, yes I said "Fluffy Corgi" if you don't know what that is then google one, because for real its something useful worth knowing. His favorite pastimes include: chewing on the cat's head (the cat is named "Bean" by the way... put it together I know you can do it), chewing on toys, eating food, getting attention and RUNNING! Man does this dog like to run he cracks my shit up. 

Let me give you an example of his awesomeness... we took him for a nice long hike at Whitewater State Park the other weekend. I mean it was a pretty long hike,  we went up into the hills and were like climbing rocks, I think Frank is part mountain goat. On the way home the dog is passed out in the backseat of the car... I mean he was a tired dog. So, we get home bring him inside take off his collar and what not and then the running begins. Now, first off, how does this dog have any energy, and secondly what is the point behind this running because it seems to bring him some absolute joy its quite humorous... So, yeah, for like 10 minutes solid the dog is running through our little house. Tearing through the living room, up the stairs, down the hall, round about in the office, back downstairs, through the living room, peels across the linoleum, drifting around the corners and back through the living room... and so it continues and all the while his tongue is flapping out his mouth and he looks just over joys with himself... truly this dog is pretty awesome and quite frankly, Frank has more energy than he seems to know what to do with.

Other awesome thing about my dog... his tricks. Not only does he heel without a leash, but he rolls over, spins, dances (only with me for some reason), high fives, shakes, backs up, etc. and he learns new things all the time... Einstein dog. 

Ok, not to get too tangential about my dog (I did promise Niki an update though and this is what I've got with low brain power tonight and Frank currently sitting on my feet)... but one last hilarious thing, maybe its just corgis but I think my dog likes to make me laugh. His latest and greatest feet is that he seems to think pants are exciting... and not just any pants, but MY pants. I get home from work and the dog hops, yes hops, across the house to greet me and is on me for the rest of the evening following me everywhere, even when I go upstairs to change. He's so gentlemanly though he leaves the room when I change, either that or he's bored with me or its part of the game. Suddenly, he seems to know when the pants come out... he will peek his little nose around the corner and watch me fold up my work pants and get out either sweat pants or jeans, and I can just barely see that his butt wiggles... then when I get one pant leg on BAM! there's Frank and he tries to grab the limp pant leg, but never quite grabs it and he hops and runs away, and occasionally yips, and will bounce and hop until I get the pants on and come downstairs... I interpret this is "YAY! PANTS!"... I mean really... pants... its like my favorite thing evar. 

and on that note I wish you a good night, a yay pants! and a swot perderder!

CM