If my universe has a center that isn’t Mr. Wellman, it’d be this little loafy potato dog. Unfamiliar with corgis? Here you go, I’m pretty sure this is the official definition from Mr. Webster himself.
My particular corgi, Duchess Sabrina Waffleton (she deigns to let us call her Bree, corgin, pupnstuff, Breezer, corgbutt, and pupperdoo) has had a rather rough time lately. She is not a big fan of change, you see, and over the past couple of weeks, there’s been a lot of change at Casa de Wellman.
The bedroom had to be completely cleared out for the new bed… and to me, totally worth it. The comforter is hiding the six drawers on each side for storage. And just because it IS so tall, we put the small couch at the end so pups can get up and down, and so Rick has a comfy place to put his shoes on each morning.
Clearing out the bedroom also means that all of my throw pillows got unearthed.. and most of them went to my office couch. Bree does not think highly of this; she has decided it is her mission in life to disarray my pillows and build herself a corgly pillow fort at least twice each day.
It’s hard to be a Bree.
Curiouser and Curiouser 