Dinner? Is that for me?
… you’re sure it’s mine? It’s mine? Mine?
Yes, Simon. Same thing that happens every night, dinner! ;)
Down on the beach in BC! (Was helping a friend move up there this weekend. Gah, I love Canada, love it. BC is so dang dog friendly. We get stopped every five feet to ask what Caleb is mixed with, but always get the sweetest comments. “Oh my gosh, that dog has the prettiest fur! It’s GLOWING red, wow.” “Your dog has the sweetest face.” “Your dog is SO cute, can I take a picture, I’ve never SEEN one.”
PS: You get through customs oddly easy if you have a Corgi with you.
"What do you do for a living?" "I own a pet store." "Oh. What’s in the crate?" "My dog…" "What kind of dog?" :D "Cardigan Welsh Corgi." "Oh, darnit, I was hoping for an French Bulldog." :( "Aw, I’m sorry, he’s got big ears too?" *custom agent smiles and waves us on our way.*
… on the way back into the States. “What’s in that crate?” “A Corgi.” “Welcome to the US.” *waves through* XD
Apparently Caleb cuteness knows no borders. ;)
Out for a walk today with an extra buddy along for the weekend.
Also, hahaha, it’s tough to take photos at this angle with the phone. XD