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Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Hallelujah - The Voice
I love The Voice. This is a lovely tribute they did for the victims of the Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT. May God grant their families and this town the peace and solace only He can. May these babies and the teachers who dedicated their lives to them know true joy and eternal peace as they touch the face of God.
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
12 12 12 Concert
Just a 'heads up' to watch the 12 12 12 Concert this evening. The concert is organized by the Robin Hood Foundation. The board of the foundation and all of the sponsors pay for all of the costs to put on the show, and every cent goes to the people who need relief from the wrath of hurricane Sandy. Go to the official concert website for details on where to watch and to make a donation. Please. Go. Now. I'm a New York girl, but the Jersey shore is near and dear to my heart. Thank you to all of the artists and people involved in making this happen. You are all awesome. xo xo
Monday, December 10, 2012
Fibromyalgia, Oh How I Hate You
Warning: post contains serious whining and bitching
I have been living with Fibromyalgia for something like 11 years now. Sometimes I can't believe it has been that long. Recently I had to sit and think about when I was first diagnosed. I'm terrible about remembering dates. Two events that stand out for me that help me to recall those first wicked days are going to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone movie, which was the first of the eight films, and the terrible anthrax attacks of 2001. What a combination, right? I remember the Harry Potter movie because I remember being in severe pain walking from the parking lot to the theater and not being able to get comfortable in my seat once there. I couldn't raise my arm high enough to pay for the popcorn and I remember the dull aches starting. I thought I had maybe pulled a few muscles or was getting the flu. The reason I recall the anthrax attacks was because I recall the doctor sending me immediately to Greenwich Hospital for a CAT scan after realizing that I had been using postage stamps that had a white powder (which turned out to be cornstarch to keep them from sticking) in the envelope. I had spent the days prior completely unable to stand or walk and in severe pain, so much so that I couldn't even get to the doctor's office, let alone turn the doorknob to open the office door. Yep, it was that bad. I remember when I was sent to the ER for the CAT scan, there were many employees who worked in Rockefeller Plaza in NYC who lived in the area and were sent there. I vaguely recall the area being sectioned off and being escorted in. And people dressed head to toe in safety garb that made me feel like ET just before his heart light went out. Rushing, panic, on their part. I was in too much pain to care. I also recall that after the scan and all of the people buzzing around me that a few moments later someone came in and said, 'not anthrax' and being just left there on the gurney as if I didn't matter any more. In hindsight, I guess they had a lot going on.
I was sent home and then the tests began that week. Finally my doctor brought me into his office and opened a medical book and asked me to read a couple of pages on Fibromyalgia, which he believed was the problem. Huh? I had never heard of it. From what I was reading it seemed like it was a diagnosis of exclusion "its not this, its not that," and there were some 'pressure points' that they used to confirm the diagnosis as well. I remember getting to a point in the information that said that until recently many doctors believed that because every conventional test they had would turn up normal, that they believed it was all in the patients head. I turned to him and said, 'so what, you think I'm crazy??' He laughed and said 'Oh my God, no Cathy. I just want you to know what you are up against. The good news is that it wont kill you. The bad news is that there is no cure right now and the medication is pretty much all trial and error.' He sent me to a couple of other doctors for more opinions, including a rheumatologist. Diagnosis: Fibromyalgia. Three weeks after I started the medication, I was able to stand again. I remember being thrilled beyond belief and finally thinking there was hope and I could do this.
What I didn't realize it how much life as I knew it would change. I was the girl who would move entire rooms of furniture around by myself. I was the girl who worked three jobs plus volunteer jobs. I was the girl who would stay up till all hours of the night for weeks at a time to do crafts and artwork for weekend craft fairs. Suddenly I found myself in a body that held me hostage. As time went on I had to learn how to do everything at a much slower pace and learn to let others help me. I learned what I needed to do to get through the day and try to be as productive as possible. I had to prioritize, letting lots of things go that I no longer had the strength to do. I had to force myself to rest and nap during the day. I had to get over the embarrassment of feeling like everyone was staring at me or judging me or not understanding that you can look normal on the outside but be in pain and exhausted 24/7. There are days when I wake up and just can't move and I can't get out of bed and tears flow. Even my 'hair' hurts. LOL. I can't lie, it is that bad. But there are good days too. I never know really what each day will bring. But I remember the doc's first words to me that the good news is that 'it won't kill you.' So if that which does not kill you makes you stronger, I guess that is the bright side to having Fibro. You learn to adjust and do what you can, when you can. You learn to prioritize. You learn to let go and accept help. You learn that it is really OK to use that handicap parking sticker when you need to. You learn to appreciate the good days, SO very much. I know so many people deal with so many illnesses and have it a lot worse. My mother told me that if we were all put into a room and everyone put their troubles in a big pile in the middle of the floor and were asked to pick a problem, we would all choose our own right back rather than someone else's.
These past couple of years the Fibro has been really kicking my ass. I know that depression goes hand in hand with it. Hell, who wouldn't be depressed being in pain and exhausted from the pain all the time? My brain tells me that if I am having a bad day that I need to not fight it, but rather rest and take care of myself and it is really OK to do that. I wish my brain would tell my heart that though. I do my best to show the world my happy face, but I do still cry, a lot, when I'm having a bad day. I want my old body back. I want my energy back. I want the pain to stop. I have had a lot going on this past year and it makes me sad to think that I've taken such a hiatus from my blog and doing a lot of my artwork, which I love so much. It made me not attend quite a few dog shows as well. Dropping a Corgi as you are trying to lift it onto the table is generally frowned upon. LOL. But I'm doing the best I can. And that's all anyone can really do, right?
Anyway, so here I sit this rainy morning (don't even get me started on how the low pressure weather systems coming in kick my ass too...) bitching and whining to anyone who is still reading this. Sometimes you just need to vent though. I'm not looking for sympathy. OK, maybe just a little. LOL. But I want to give a shout out to everyone else out there who suffers with this crap. And I can call it crap if I wanna. And so can you.
I am going to try to blog more. I miss my blog. And my readers, if I haven't scared you all away! I promise I won't bitch. Much. LOL.
I am sketching out a few paintings today. Trying to get a few decorations up for Christmas, too. I love Christmas with all of my heart and everything about it makes me happy. Be kind to each other today. You never know what another person is dealing with. I think that is something wonderful about Christmas. People are warmer and a little kinder to one another. If the joy of the season could last all year, what an amazing thing that would be! That's where The Christmas Corgi name came from. I combined my two favorite things, Christmas and Corgis. Pure joy, both of them.
I will leave you today with two quotes to ponder from Miracle on 34th Street, by Valentine Davies:
I have been living with Fibromyalgia for something like 11 years now. Sometimes I can't believe it has been that long. Recently I had to sit and think about when I was first diagnosed. I'm terrible about remembering dates. Two events that stand out for me that help me to recall those first wicked days are going to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone movie, which was the first of the eight films, and the terrible anthrax attacks of 2001. What a combination, right? I remember the Harry Potter movie because I remember being in severe pain walking from the parking lot to the theater and not being able to get comfortable in my seat once there. I couldn't raise my arm high enough to pay for the popcorn and I remember the dull aches starting. I thought I had maybe pulled a few muscles or was getting the flu. The reason I recall the anthrax attacks was because I recall the doctor sending me immediately to Greenwich Hospital for a CAT scan after realizing that I had been using postage stamps that had a white powder (which turned out to be cornstarch to keep them from sticking) in the envelope. I had spent the days prior completely unable to stand or walk and in severe pain, so much so that I couldn't even get to the doctor's office, let alone turn the doorknob to open the office door. Yep, it was that bad. I remember when I was sent to the ER for the CAT scan, there were many employees who worked in Rockefeller Plaza in NYC who lived in the area and were sent there. I vaguely recall the area being sectioned off and being escorted in. And people dressed head to toe in safety garb that made me feel like ET just before his heart light went out. Rushing, panic, on their part. I was in too much pain to care. I also recall that after the scan and all of the people buzzing around me that a few moments later someone came in and said, 'not anthrax' and being just left there on the gurney as if I didn't matter any more. In hindsight, I guess they had a lot going on.
I was sent home and then the tests began that week. Finally my doctor brought me into his office and opened a medical book and asked me to read a couple of pages on Fibromyalgia, which he believed was the problem. Huh? I had never heard of it. From what I was reading it seemed like it was a diagnosis of exclusion "its not this, its not that," and there were some 'pressure points' that they used to confirm the diagnosis as well. I remember getting to a point in the information that said that until recently many doctors believed that because every conventional test they had would turn up normal, that they believed it was all in the patients head. I turned to him and said, 'so what, you think I'm crazy??' He laughed and said 'Oh my God, no Cathy. I just want you to know what you are up against. The good news is that it wont kill you. The bad news is that there is no cure right now and the medication is pretty much all trial and error.' He sent me to a couple of other doctors for more opinions, including a rheumatologist. Diagnosis: Fibromyalgia. Three weeks after I started the medication, I was able to stand again. I remember being thrilled beyond belief and finally thinking there was hope and I could do this.
What I didn't realize it how much life as I knew it would change. I was the girl who would move entire rooms of furniture around by myself. I was the girl who worked three jobs plus volunteer jobs. I was the girl who would stay up till all hours of the night for weeks at a time to do crafts and artwork for weekend craft fairs. Suddenly I found myself in a body that held me hostage. As time went on I had to learn how to do everything at a much slower pace and learn to let others help me. I learned what I needed to do to get through the day and try to be as productive as possible. I had to prioritize, letting lots of things go that I no longer had the strength to do. I had to force myself to rest and nap during the day. I had to get over the embarrassment of feeling like everyone was staring at me or judging me or not understanding that you can look normal on the outside but be in pain and exhausted 24/7. There are days when I wake up and just can't move and I can't get out of bed and tears flow. Even my 'hair' hurts. LOL. I can't lie, it is that bad. But there are good days too. I never know really what each day will bring. But I remember the doc's first words to me that the good news is that 'it won't kill you.' So if that which does not kill you makes you stronger, I guess that is the bright side to having Fibro. You learn to adjust and do what you can, when you can. You learn to prioritize. You learn to let go and accept help. You learn that it is really OK to use that handicap parking sticker when you need to. You learn to appreciate the good days, SO very much. I know so many people deal with so many illnesses and have it a lot worse. My mother told me that if we were all put into a room and everyone put their troubles in a big pile in the middle of the floor and were asked to pick a problem, we would all choose our own right back rather than someone else's.
These past couple of years the Fibro has been really kicking my ass. I know that depression goes hand in hand with it. Hell, who wouldn't be depressed being in pain and exhausted from the pain all the time? My brain tells me that if I am having a bad day that I need to not fight it, but rather rest and take care of myself and it is really OK to do that. I wish my brain would tell my heart that though. I do my best to show the world my happy face, but I do still cry, a lot, when I'm having a bad day. I want my old body back. I want my energy back. I want the pain to stop. I have had a lot going on this past year and it makes me sad to think that I've taken such a hiatus from my blog and doing a lot of my artwork, which I love so much. It made me not attend quite a few dog shows as well. Dropping a Corgi as you are trying to lift it onto the table is generally frowned upon. LOL. But I'm doing the best I can. And that's all anyone can really do, right?
Anyway, so here I sit this rainy morning (don't even get me started on how the low pressure weather systems coming in kick my ass too...) bitching and whining to anyone who is still reading this. Sometimes you just need to vent though. I'm not looking for sympathy. OK, maybe just a little. LOL. But I want to give a shout out to everyone else out there who suffers with this crap. And I can call it crap if I wanna. And so can you.
I am going to try to blog more. I miss my blog. And my readers, if I haven't scared you all away! I promise I won't bitch. Much. LOL.
I am sketching out a few paintings today. Trying to get a few decorations up for Christmas, too. I love Christmas with all of my heart and everything about it makes me happy. Be kind to each other today. You never know what another person is dealing with. I think that is something wonderful about Christmas. People are warmer and a little kinder to one another. If the joy of the season could last all year, what an amazing thing that would be! That's where The Christmas Corgi name came from. I combined my two favorite things, Christmas and Corgis. Pure joy, both of them.
I will leave you today with two quotes to ponder from Miracle on 34th Street, by Valentine Davies:
“Faith is believing in things when common sense tells you not to.”
and
“Christmas isn't just a day. It's a frame of mind.”
I love those.
Have a happy day everyone. I feel better now. (insert big sigh of relief here) Carry on. Love you all bunches. xo xo CS
Thursday, October 11, 2012
Happy Sweet 16 Bailey!
Today is a very special day, my dear reader. May I get a great big 'whoo hoo!' from you all please? Today is Bailey's 16th birthday. Bailey is my dear sweet Pembroke Welsh Corgi, who is the queen of all she sees. She has been here for me through the good times and the not so good times. Been there through raising my children, through holidays and seasons, through moves, illness and pain, sleepless nights, joys and sorrows. Many of my tears have been caught in her soft Corgi fur. She has been my muse, my model, my artwork mascot, my constant companion. She has taught me so much over the years. She can't hear. Can't really bark any more. Her vision is fuzzy. She has been completely down in the rear and completely incontinent for over a year. But she is not in pain. She enjoys her food, snuggling, and watching everyone around her, like she is the royal overseer. But she is getting tired. I know in my heart that this will be her last birthday. She has very few days left here until her angels call her to heaven.
I promised her I would take care of her, as she always took care of me. No girl could have a more loyal friend. I know she will tell me when she is ready to go and I know it will be soon. But today, we are not dwelling on that. Today is about ice cream! Bailey loves vanilla ice cream, so that is her first special treat of the day. Yes, she is dressed up in flowers. And we are celebrating her and all that she is today. Hug all of your Corgis tightly tonight. They are truly a gift. Happy Birthday my dear sweet Bailey Braveheart By The Sea! I love you with all of my heart, and always will.
(Raviolis for lunch. Steak and peanut butter cookies for dinner. You betcha, she's sixteen and can have whatever she wants!! xo -CS ^..^ )
I promised her I would take care of her, as she always took care of me. No girl could have a more loyal friend. I know she will tell me when she is ready to go and I know it will be soon. But today, we are not dwelling on that. Today is about ice cream! Bailey loves vanilla ice cream, so that is her first special treat of the day. Yes, she is dressed up in flowers. And we are celebrating her and all that she is today. Hug all of your Corgis tightly tonight. They are truly a gift. Happy Birthday my dear sweet Bailey Braveheart By The Sea! I love you with all of my heart, and always will.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
New Original Corgi Art!
Introducing my first pinup Corgi girl, Miss Bridget Barkdot. I was inspired by the gorgeous WWII (and beyond!) paintings and posters of the girls that graced military aircraft and pulled the heartstrings of our soldiers. Miss Barkdot is a little bit sexy, a little bit bitchy, has a rockabilly heart, and is 100% Corgi girl! I painted her on a fun little album that can be used for photos, special mementos, or ribbons or whatever your heart desires.
~~*This is a 3 day listing.*~~
Click the eBay button below to take a peek!
Have a wonderful day my lovelies!
xo xo ♥ muah ♥ xo xo ~ CS
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Stolen iPhone. Pics of Dumb and Dumber.
Friday, May 18, 2012
New Original Miniature Art!
Enjoy the evening my dear reader! xo xo CS
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Happy Mother's Day, and New Original Corgi Art!
What a lovely Mother's Day gift
my kids gave to me!
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| And a very handsome presenter, I might add! |
Surprise! New Original Corgi Art! Now available on eBay!
Auction ends tomorrow. Click eBay link below to see listing.
Rev up your engines!
Wishing all of my lovely readers a wonderful Mother's Day!
xo xo
Cathy
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
There will be no living with them now...
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Farewell Darby!
It is with a sad heart that I must post a tearful goodbye to Darby. Ch. Windcrest Pilgrim's Pride. Darby crossed over to the Rainbow Bridge on Tuesday, April 24th. I remember fondly the day he was born. I remember Mary Elizabeth and I sitting vigil for the whelping with Chinese Food and a movie. I remember Miracle, his mom, having a bit of a hard time. We put Andrea Boccelli's "Sacred Arias" on the cd player and had low lighting to keep her calm. I remember the first puppy being 'stuck' and having the vet on the phone. It was too late to get her in for a c-section as the puppy was partially out, with the sac off of its face. Mary Elizabeth held her head as the vet guided me through getting the puppy out. Poor Miracle! To this day I still can't believe she didn't bite Mary Elizabeth through the process. Darby and his littermates all grew to be strong and happy puppies. We are so fortunate to have Darby behind some of our Reinwood Corgis. He was a lovebug and all boy.
Mary Elizabeth and Darby. Run free Darby Dog! We will love you forever and a day! xo xo CS
Monday, March 12, 2012
Lucky Corgi Egg
I hope everyone is enjoying daylight savings time today. Losing an hour sleep on a Monday? Ugh. Not my favorite day of the year, although having an extra hour of daylight is lovely.
Here's a link to my lucky Corgi egg, auction ends in a couple of hours but I thought you might like to see it!
Enjoy the evening my dear reader! xo xo CS
Thursday, January 26, 2012
LOST CORGI ANDY
Please watch this video. This little guy who was visiting my area from Massachusetts is lost! Dogs have been known to travel many, many miles and through many states. Please watch and keep your eyes open for this little man! xo xo Cathy
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
The week between Christmas and New Year
There is something very calm about the day after a holiday. I find the week between Christmas and New Year's Day especially calm and peaceful. Maybe it is because everything still looks so pretty, all decorated. Messes from wrapping paper and cooking and baking have all been put away, but the lovely goodies and gifts remain. The sense of urgency is replaced by a little bit of tranquility. Warm feelings of seeing or speaking with loved ones and friends cling to your heart. Knowing a few days more will bring another holiday along with a fresh new year, I don't know, just seems really nice to me.
Speaking of new fresh starts, I've been watching my Corgi puppy Harley grow these past weeks. He is a funny little guy. He makes me smile every day. He has big paw prints to fill that the lovely dogs in his line have left behind. Last night when I bathed him, I think he finally dropped the last of his puppy fur. His big boy teeth are in now too. He is growing up! I love having a boy in the house again. The girls are great, but there is just something about a boy. They are sometimes a little more 'mushy' and 'lovey' to me.
Do take a peek over in my Etsy shop for a little something new as well! Two new prints plus a fresh new supply of some favorites are in stock. I've also listed a few on eBay as well. The Hedgie Hullabaloo in my previous post is now available in a signed fine art print as well as this new one which I call "Curiouser and Curiouser" It is Corgis set in Alice in Wonderland!
I've listed some on eBay and in the Christmas Corgi Etsy Shop as well. Prices and shipping are identical in both Etsy and
Speaking of new fresh starts, I've been watching my Corgi puppy Harley grow these past weeks. He is a funny little guy. He makes me smile every day. He has big paw prints to fill that the lovely dogs in his line have left behind. Last night when I bathed him, I think he finally dropped the last of his puppy fur. His big boy teeth are in now too. He is growing up! I love having a boy in the house again. The girls are great, but there is just something about a boy. They are sometimes a little more 'mushy' and 'lovey' to me.
Do take a peek over in my Etsy shop for a little something new as well! Two new prints plus a fresh new supply of some favorites are in stock. I've also listed a few on eBay as well. The Hedgie Hullabaloo in my previous post is now available in a signed fine art print as well as this new one which I call "Curiouser and Curiouser" It is Corgis set in Alice in Wonderland!
I've listed some on eBay and in the Christmas Corgi Etsy Shop as well. Prices and shipping are identical in both Etsy and (click ebay icon for my listings there)
Take a peek! Enjoy this week! xo xo
Warmly,
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
New Original Corgi Painting on eBay!
Come and take a peek into the new Original painting "A Christmas Corgi Hedgehog Hullabaloo." Listed on eBay. Three day auction ending this Thursday. Hedgies and Corgis. Super cute prickly fun. Here are just a couple of the greatly enlarged images from this 8" x 10" painting which I think will bring many smiles. Click on over.
Lots of changes have been going on here at The Christmas Corgi. The biggest one was a move which I'll tell you about soon. I'm still trying to find everything! Pictures soon. I promise. My new puppy, Harley, has been a little ray of sunshine here. More about him in the days to come as well.
I've missed everyone during this little hiatus. But, I'm back. And I hope you will still have me! Love you all. xo xo Cathy
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Joy Comes To Reinwood
After a year filled with loss and heartache, I am pleased to announce that Reinwood Corgis has been blessed with a beautiful litter of Pembroke Welsh Corgi puppies. Almost a year to the day that we lost our beautiful Bridget, her grand babies were born to her lovely daughter "Cash," Reinwood One For The Money.
These photos were taken this week. They are 4 weeks old here. In the mail that day Mary Elizabeth and I received a notice from the AKC that Bridget had qualified and was invited to enter the Eukanuba Championship show in Orlando, Fl. A bittersweet day. Bridget had won Best of Breed at that show with our friend Joan Scott a few years back. I know that our gorgeous girl is looking down on her grand babies and hopefully has sprinkled them with some of her magic.
Our lovely Cash is out of Bridget (BISS CH. Heronsway Two For The Show) x Gabe (BISS CH. Tallyrand No Greater Love, ROMX).
The stunning sire of these gorgeous babies is "Isaboo" who is CH. Pembury House Be Still My Heart. I just adore Isaboo. He is as loveable as he is beautiful.
Without further ado, here they are, 3 girls and 3 boys, fresh from heaven:
These photos were taken this week. They are 4 weeks old here. In the mail that day Mary Elizabeth and I received a notice from the AKC that Bridget had qualified and was invited to enter the Eukanuba Championship show in Orlando, Fl. A bittersweet day. Bridget had won Best of Breed at that show with our friend Joan Scott a few years back. I know that our gorgeous girl is looking down on her grand babies and hopefully has sprinkled them with some of her magic.
Our lovely Cash is out of Bridget (BISS CH. Heronsway Two For The Show) x Gabe (BISS CH. Tallyrand No Greater Love, ROMX).
The stunning sire of these gorgeous babies is "Isaboo" who is CH. Pembury House Be Still My Heart. I just adore Isaboo. He is as loveable as he is beautiful.
Without further ado, here they are, 3 girls and 3 boys, fresh from heaven:
Harley
Trouble
Little Jack
Picassa
Rev
Rebel
The wee babies are all doing well. They are fat and happy little wiggle butts. Cash, like her mother Bridget before her, is a fantastic mom and loves all of her babies.
Thank you to all of my followers for being patient with me during this hiatus. Your support means more to me than words can express. I love you all. xo xo
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Farewell Hannah Banana
Windcrest Zip'N Rave Review, CD, AX, AXJ, NAC, NJC, CGC, RN12/30/97 - 6/1/11
It is with a heavy heart that I must tell you that we had to say goodbye to Hannah Banana this morning. Hannah,or "Hannah Banana" or "HB" as those who knew and loved her would call her, had to leave us behind to find all of her friends at the Rainbow Bridge. She was truly Mary Elizabeth's side kick. If Mary Elizabeth was going out, HB just assumed she was going too. In fact, one of the funniest things about Hannah was that she would literally get her nose out of joint if you didn't do something she thought should be done. She would twitch her nose to one side and give you 'that look.'
Hannah Banana was not only an official bed warmer, had her own seat in the car, but was a fantastic athlete. Her obedience and agility prowess was amazing. She loved Mary Elizabeth and wanted to please her. Being with her was her bliss.
Such a big presence in the house for such a little dog. You stole Mary Elizabeth's heart
on the day you were born, and continued to steal hearts of everyone who met you.
We love you HB. We cherish the little paw prints you leave on our hearts, forever. Sleep well little angel. Run free. xo xo
Friday, April 29, 2011
Pass me a tissue....
I know I'm not the only sappy girly girl who tears up at weddings. Could there be a more stunning couple on the planet today than Prince William and Kate Middleton? I think not. Wow, Britain you certainly know how to put on a royal wedding!
A kiss on the balcony...Prince William and his princess bride, the new Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. Has a nice ring, eh? Well I guess we'll all get used to it.
I love that Prince William gave Kate his mother's ring. I'm sure Princess Diana was right there with them today. And so very proud. I have a sneaking suspicion that she just may have had something to do with getting them together in the first place, working her magic from heaven.
I feel the need to wear a tiara today. For the rest of the day I will be Princess Catherine of Reinwood. You may address us as Your Royal Corginess. (tee hee...)
Have a happy weekend, my lovelies! ♥ CS
A kiss on the balcony...Prince William and his princess bride, the new Duke and Duchess of Cambridge. Has a nice ring, eh? Well I guess we'll all get used to it.
I love that Prince William gave Kate his mother's ring. I'm sure Princess Diana was right there with them today. And so very proud. I have a sneaking suspicion that she just may have had something to do with getting them together in the first place, working her magic from heaven.
I feel the need to wear a tiara today. For the rest of the day I will be Princess Catherine of Reinwood. You may address us as Your Royal Corginess. (tee hee...)
Have a happy weekend, my lovelies! ♥ CS
Friday, April 1, 2011
New product causes strange reaction in Corgis.
I don't know what happened. We bought a new conditioning spray that was supposed to give them the most beautiful show coats EVER. We tried it last night for the first time. This morning, instead of the usual barking we heard shuffling around the kitchen and something that sounded like 'brains....brains.....' The Corgis seem to be having a bad reaction to this spray. I must say though, their coats do look fab.
April Fool! (insert evil laugh here)
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Here is a photo from St. Patty's day past. I think that is Amy on the far left, and Stella is second from the right. (I know, too much cuteness in one little fleecy bed!)
Here is Stella all grown up.
She still can't hold her licker.
Happy St. Patty's, my lovelies!
Kiss a Corgi for luck and be sure to wear something green so ya don't get pinched! xo xo Cat
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