It’s about that time of year again; the wonder corgi, sir winston churchill, getting a boat ride or 100.
It’s officially summer, and the corgi Sir Winston Churchill, despite hating the heat, does love boating. And so he takes his second ride of the season. If this isn’t pure bliss, an utter representation of a dog’s life, then I don’t know what is…
Sir Winston Churchill just adores the snow. He gets energized by the cold–and since his legs are so squat, he has to pop his body and prance through the high drifts in the most adorable mania known to man. He is like a child who wears their pajamas inside out the night before the chanceContinue reading “pup in snow.”
Sir Winston Churchill decided to burrow in my bed blankets the other night. Smitten.
For some reason, the corgi Sir Winston Churchill just loooves standing on my knitting…and, well, the coffee table, too. So if you’ve ever been gifted something handmade by yours truly, its probably got a bit of a contribution from Winston too… I think he’s attracted to all my yarns and projects because he can smellContinue reading “Herd up…”
Awhiles back, I made my Mum one of these Martha Stewart Knitted Neck Scarfs for warmer weather, particularly the weather we’re having right now. I did a very small post on it and snapped an awful photo of it with my Mac’s built in camera and tossed it off to her to get wearing. ThatContinue reading “Neck Scarves Take Dos…”
When crocheted blankets lie around with ends un-weaved in, the corgi, Sir Winston Churchill, is in heaven. So politely tangling himself into comfy nap position, he slept. And slept.
When life gives you corgis, you do get help digging in the garden. Right? The other week my Mum asked if I’d help her get some spring planting done; of course, I obliged and we were on the hunt for low maintenance, shade friendly plants, thanks to a number of factors including–but not restricted to–theContinue reading “When life gives you “impatien” corgis…”
A bored corgi is a mischievous corgi. So it happens, when life gives you corgis, you may or may not be subject to certain knitting needles gnarled, chewed–eaten to nothing but little bits of sawdust or maybe a jagged point more conducive to splinter than say, scarf. And this is exactly what happened to theContinue reading “When life gives you…Sir Winston.”