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The weekend was total chaos. This is Miss Remi, also known as Mumsie (as in "Queen Mumsie"), also known as Ma'am, also known as Grilled Cheese (that's what Andy called her). She is the Pembroke Welsh corgi of some friends who went away for the weekend. She stayed at Paulson Place from Friday afternoon until Sunday afternoon and laid in this spot between the couch and the coffee table, next to my shoes, for about 65-70% of the time. (That big white thing in the front of the image is a Clover-Meadow paw.) Isn't she cuuuuuuute!!! Agh! Adorable.


Miss C. Meadow was in a total state. When Remi arrived, Clover lost her mind. She raced around in circles, she jumped back and forth over Remi, she made noises I've never heard before. Then — Grrrrrrr, said Remi. Grrrrr-WOOF!!! she said. And meant it. And Miss Clover Meadow backed up, snugging her quivering body against me, and looked very, very worried.


For several hours she anxiously sat in front of me, wherever I sat or wherever I was in the room, staring at her slumber-party guest. Her slumber-party guest who seemed to not want to have been invited to the slumber party.


How could it beeeee?????

Dogs7 What to dooooo?????

Dogs8 How to proceeeeeed?????

Dogs9 "I'll go see if I can jump on her head. That's a good idea."


Oh man. It was so funny. Once they warmed up to each other, early Friday evening, they started going everywhere together (and let me tell you, I thought having one little dog follow me every single place I went in the house was a handful, but having two little dogs under your feet for every step is insane). Then eventually the puppy-play commenced — and every few hours for about twenty minutes they'd start wrestling each other, a small tornado of teeth and fur as they tried to bite each other in the face or sit on top of one another. But it was fascinating because they really worked it out — Clover was bigger, much more obnoxious, physical, and pretty scrappy, but she was also more submissive than Mumsie, who, though older, crankier, and more stout, could with one warning noise or one haughty look have Clover flat on her back with her paws dangling limply in the air and those very-worried eyebrows arched into right-angles over those very-worried eyes — Whoops, what'd I do? Mommy? We tried so hard not to laugh at them. It was impossible. By Saturday afternoon, my sister picked us up to go thrifting, and Clover was ready to go upstairs and get into her crate and take a nap while we were out. Remi, who isn't crated, sat alone in the middle of the living room and looked at us with what we considered to be sheer relief at the prospect of having a few quiet hours alone. We returned a few hours later, and opened the front door, expecting to be greeted by our little guest — but the room was empty. Where was she? Upstairs, napping near the crated Clover Meadow. BFFs after all.


She looks so much like my female corgi, Maddie. And 11 years later (the age of my youngest pup) it is still quite crazy to have them both underfoot. Right now we're in a temp. apartment until we close on our new house in 1 week with 2 dogs, 1 cat, + 2 kids (and 2 fish!). Our neighbors must LOVE us. Although they do things like use a bandsaw on the deck after the kids are asleep, so I guess I don't need to worry about it.

Too Funny!! The expressions on Clover's face are priceless...I couldn't have kept in the laughs either...Hope you don't have the respiratory flu I had for ten days very recently...It was NOT FUN...Katie

What a great post. I love the "What to dooooo?" Cracked me up.

By the way, my dog's name is Remy too. She's a Labrador Retriever.

Sweet, sweet story! I love how sometimes dogs act like they don't like each other, but then can't help spending all their time together. Adorable. I especially like the idea of Clover Meadow jumping on Mumsie's head.

Sweet, sweet story! I love how sometimes dogs act like they don't like each other, but then can't help spending all their time together. Adorable. I especially like the idea of Clover Meadow jumping on Mumsie's head.

OOPS! Remi is my SON'S name.

Karen Dodson says: November 25, 2008 at 08:01 PM


So cute (and funny)! Thanks for sharing!

Awwww! You captured such poignant pleas on their faces. :)

I just Love Corgis. The photos are great.

Another post that gives me the super warm fuzzies! And I am also jealous because I can't have doggies right now: too much time away from home. And I miss that, lots. I get to live vicariously when you post about Clover. This one was hugely sweet. Happy Thanksgiving to all of you, my favorite family in the blogosphere!

OMG...the "punchline" is the BEST. :-) How sweet.

The chap opposite me is looking at me strangely as I am reading about your dogs at lunchtime - trying to stifle giggles and trying not to snort peanut butter sandwich onto my computer :-)

I read your blog all the time (from Australia) and I just had to comment on this story - it is so wonderful and the photos that you capture are awesome. You made me (along with so many others) smile, laugh and remember why we love our fur babies so much!

I love this story, and am sort of experiencing it with my wonderful and lovely new pug Beatrice! One of the cats is in love but the other still isn't so sure. People keep on telling me that they'll work it out. i suppose they will!

This makes me miss my corgis...or at least my family's corgis. Two Pembrokes, Ivy and Scout. Ivy is the lighter colored, pudgier version of Miss Mumsie there, and though she is submissive to us, very much top dog over her teenage puppy 'brother' trico

(oops, wrong button so cont'd)...tricolored Scout. Scout still insists on challenging this fact about ninety times a day, but always ends up on his back in the end. Oh well, I'll be home in a few weeks for the next holiday, and I know someday when I have the means I'll rescue a corgi of my own.

Loved your doggie story! I have a pembroke who looks just like Miss Remi...her name is Skyler. I should have figured things would change in the household when we got her at 8 weeks and the breeder said she has 'a lot of confidence' My poor golden gets the brunt of her looks and desires. She is 'the queen'!

Omg So cute! I almost got a pempbrook! So tell me do they have different "personalities" - ie between the cardigans and the pembrooks in general?

I have a pug and the black and fawn pugs are so different in their personalities. It is funny the black pugs are sassy - where as the Fawn pugs are just NOT. LOL.

Elizabeth Chassereau says: April 06, 2012 at 12:51 PM

My gosh Alicia, you really should have a pet photography "how to." Every time I try to take a pic of my wiener dog Osbourne, he looks everywhere but at the camera. Usually acts like there's bees flying around my head! I love your blog, and I look forward to it for inspiration, good words and doggy love. Thank you for sharing :)

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My name is Alicia Paulson
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