Holiday!

Did you know yesterday was a national holiday? In fact, it was one of our most important holidays: NATIONAL ICE CREAM DAY! That's a holiday I can get behind.

My ma ape found a new kind of ice cream made by the people who make the commercial raw we sometimes get. She thought it would be good for us because it is sweet potatoes and molasses.

We approve of the packaging. The dog paws say PAWS OFF, APES!

One for Wally.

One for the Bean Man (who had polished his off before pictures could be taken.)

And one for Ethel. Two, actually. She dropped her first one and a certain bratty teen stole it.

Here is my review:

LIP SMACKING GOOD. (Though, my ma ape sez, obscene expensive so she's going to make it for us herself next time.)

Another satisfied customer.


If you did not celebrate then you probably should do so immediately. I declare it GLOBAL ICE CREAM DAY so all my dog bloggy friends around the world an have a cuppa ice cream.

Dr. Wally T. Corgador, PhD.

The other day Rachel Maddow tweeted to me about a very good site called Who Pooped where you can get an online degree. As you can see, I am an excellent student and finished my degree in record time. Much less time than it took my ma ape to poop out her dissertation.

I wonder if I will get a car for graduation?

How Perfection is Created

Look what I found on the internets! From genome.gov:

Researchers Discover Evolutionary Event Underlying the Origin of Dachshunds, Other Dogs With Short Legs

This is great news since it gives hope to all you dogs with horribly deformed long legs that perhaps someday we will find a cure for gangly limbs and save future generations from your meaningless, tall existences:

Bethesda, Md., Thurs., July 16, 2009 — A single evolutionary event appears to explain the short, curved legs that characterize all of today's dachshunds, corgis, basset hounds and at least 16 other breeds of dogs, a team led by the National Human Genome Research Institute (NHGRI), part of the National Institutes of Health, reported today. In addition to what it reveals about short-legged dogs, the unexpected discovery provides new clues about how physical differences may arise within species and suggests new approaches to understanding a form of human dwarfism.

In a study published in the advance online edition of the journal Science, the researchers led by NHGRI's Elaine Ostrander, Ph.D., examined DNA samples from 835 dogs, including 95 with short legs. Their survey of more than 40,000 markers of DNA variation uncovered a genetic signature exclusive to short-legged breeds. Through follow-up DNA sequencing and computational analyses, the researchers determined the dogs' disproportionately short limbs can be traced to one mutational event in the canine genome - a DNA insertion - that occurred early in the evolution of domestic dogs.

Together Sam and I could create a species of SUPERDOGS! They will just be giant heads and pot bellies with feet! Scienterrific!

Lookin' For Love

MSNBC has a story up about doggie dating websites.

Leo is affectionate, likes stuffed toys, eats fish and is a hit with ladies looking for love on online. Not bad, for a 3-year-old Golden Retriever.

Leo is just one of hundreds of dogs being signed up to a crop of dog dating Web sites in India by doting owners seeking a mate or a companion for their pet.

Some of us have no problem finding beautiful ladies online. Several, even.

There's no point to this. Except to remind you what a hottie I am.

Here is the song "Too Darn Hot." Is it about me or the weather?

Back in the Dogosphere Blogosphere

My clumsy ma ape's finger is finally back in typing shape now that you have all probably forgotten how devastatingly handsome I am. Here's a reminder:

In the meantime we are in BIG TROUBLE. This happened:



There are two (usual) suspects:

No one but the window was harmed in the making of this crime.

Here are some more crimes. One is that the puperazzi insists on taking photos of me in compromising positions. Here I am scooching:

Can't a dog scratch his butt in peace anymore? I guess photos of my rear are in high demand because someone seems obsessed with them:

Now all this broken finger stuff has convinced me that I might need to adopt a new, more efficient form of communication that is less reliant on long-windedness.

No, I am not smuggling secret messages via tennis ball. (Though I have some mad fetching moves):

The pink tennis ball is a symbol of Sophie, who has been suggesting that I twitter for some time now. So, Sophie, I caved to peer pressure. If you want to find me I am wallytcorgador. As Stephen Colbert says, I have twatted.

An Afternoon in the Park!

Oscar BS Teen here! Oh yes, MORE Occasional Oscar! I want ALWAYS OSCAR but Wally Tamale says that is stupid and not even alliterative.

So here are some things at the park. Like butts!

And running running running...

Keep those doggies moving!

And these are my new besties.

Look! They play like me n' Ethel Jean, Can't Go to the Park Cuz She's Mean.

And look--friendsies Narra and Tuchuck! They always make a beeline for the footballs.

Bitey Face, Tired Teenager Edition.


This dog was my ma ape's bestie beacuse she reminded her of SOMEONE. This doggie was OLD and just want to hang out with the ma ape. BO-RING.

Speaking of which, SOME DOGGIES (like all of them) will complain if there is no WALLY so here is WEEPY WALLY IN THE WEEDS! See, I CAN alliterate!

--Oscar Bean, Not Old Teen.

SPCA Saturday (Shhhh Edition)

Welcome to SPCA Saturday, Shhhh edition. I'm Hercules, a lab mix on heartworm treatment so I have to stay calm and the lady can't type so we will be brief! Look, I am HANDSOME.


I'm very skinny and so maybe i should go to a house with black n' white dogs for a raw diet..hmmm? (The lady concurs.)

Millie! Am. Bulldog mix. Pretty lady!

And Summer, a summertime sweetheart!!

Romeo, he loves Montagues and Capulets.


Coco! The chubby Aussie.


And Nettie!

And wee scared Dani.
These dogaboos are not for adoption. Buck (left) went to a rescue. And Lugar and Ty own the lady in charge at the SPCA.


And this is Ruby Pitlet!

She's little, she's short, she's chubby, she snorts, she's a pitlet!

neW seCRetaRY NEEded

I need some serious help. My ma ape is generally pretty worthless but she's rendered herself more useless than usual.

She mooshed her fingers.


Her MIDDLE finger! She has lost a major communication device.

Typing I mean. Hehe. I will be accepting applications. In the meantime she is doing the ole hunt and peck. It is a slow and annoying process.

Big Love

Look! It's my ma ape. Oh I'm only kidding. It's Jessica the Hippo. But she has much in common with my ma ape.



Both of them drink 20 liters of coffee per day.


Both of them love puppies.

And if she could choose anyone to narrate her life, it would be John Waters.

Important Message From Ethel Jean

This is Ethel Jean, Fetching Queen. AND I HAVE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS TO SAY while the BOYS are not HOGGING THE BLOGGING! Here are IMPORTANT THINGS:


1. I am PAWESOME. Duh.

2. My DUMB BRUDDER pees like a girl.

He wants so much to be like his sissy.

But he has Epic Dignity Fail.

3. My friend TUCHUCK needs OUR HELP! See, he has a DUDE VISTING HIS HOUSE! A Border Collie like him! This dude, named THEO, is trying to SINGLE WHITE BORDER COLLIE my Tuchuck! See!

So here's what we can do. You can help Me help Tuchuck help Theo find a NEW FOREVER HOME! Read about Theo here and pass on the word! If you know anyone in the mid-Atlantic (or within driving distance) that wants a dog for flyball or agility or just plain fun tell them to call the Delaware SPCA (302.998.2281)!! We'll even help transport him!

Theo, Border Collie mix for adoption from 4dogart on Vimeo.

ETHEL OUTTIE!

Don't Badger Me

So this story came through my e-mail today:

BERLIN (Reuters) - A badger in Germany got so drunk on over-ripe cherries it staggered into the middle of a road and refused to budge, police said Wednesday. A motorist called police near the central town of Goslar to report a dead badger on a road -- only for officers to turn up and discover the animal alive and well, but drunk.

Police discovered the nocturnal beast had eaten cherries from a nearby tree which had turned to alcohol and given the badger diarrhoea. Having failed to scare the animal away, officers eventually chased it from the road with a broom.

I have asked my media team to release the following statement:

A spokesperson for Wally T. Corgador categorically denies the veracity of stories that the badger was seen earlier in the evening at a Berlin karaoke bar with a corgador wearing a "Don't Hassle the Hof" t-shirt while both ate fermented cherry pie and sang power ballads. Also the "W" is for Wally, not Wisconsin or Dubya.

A Tardy SPCA Saturday

We're like totes late with the SPCA Saturday so I'm hosting this so we cut to the chase. And also this week there were many lab mixes and I'm a lab mix so who better to expound on the greatness of lab mixes!

This is Sheba, actually a Husky mix. While not a lab mix, she is like my woo-tiful friend Khyra. And thus, awesome. My ma ape says she has gorge eyes. Wevs, ma ape.

Another not-lab mix (or maybe just a little), this boy is Mustafa.

Now labbies! OK, this is Sam who is a lab mix puppy who looks a wee bit like Ethel Jean.

And Molly, a REALLY shy lab mix who looks a little like Oscar and Ethel had a behbeh. And she turned out doofus, like them!

And BUBBLES, a choco lab.

She might be all lab because she retrieves, unlike me who will chase your stupid ball once or twice half-heartedly before retiring to chew on the spit-soaked wad of fuzz by myself, thankyouverymuch.

And--wheeee! This last dog is obvs not a lab mix. He's a young pitty/hound mix but he's totes awesome (even though I can't remember his name).

He gave my ma ape a fat lip! (You can see her itty bit wound over there on the left.) That's karma! For loving on lab mixes that ARE NOT ME!

She also fell for a lab/dane/mastiff/something huge mix name Hercules who is undergoing heartworm treatment. Lady, love a local lab! Or give to Moose's Rescue or something.

About that Monkey Stick

Do you remember how I got a monkey stick last weekend?

Impressively he is still in one piece and honking.

There are two possible explanations for the arrival.

1.) I had a tummy ache Thursday night and kept my ma ape up. I milked it, she felt bad I had a tummy ache and gave me pepto and a monkey stick (a very effective home remedy)
2.) This.

Choose your own adventure. And what do you think I should name him?

Scenes from the Fourth of July

Holes were dug.

Games were played.
Vegetables were grilled.

And eaten.
Balls were chased.

And caught.

Corgadors were adorables.

Tongues were stuck out.

Ice cream was made.

And frozen.
And munched upon.
And a new monkey stick!

Hot or Not? (Like I need to ask)

The puppy has been getting much praise so I just want to remind you of the wisdom and beauty of age.


I'm covered in stickies from the yard and the ma ape has been spending much time every day petting me to get them out of my fur. Smart, eh?

Youth is wasted on the young.

Too busy my rear

My ma ape says she is very busy but in fact she has been involved in mayhem and foolishness. Just today she was mooning over something she found on the internets.


She thinks it looks like me as a wee ickle puppy. Tell her--no baby Wallies. Old men rule, babies drool! (And yes, sometimes old men drool, too. That is neither here nor there. Though I am here, he is there. And that is all that matters.)

Baby With Bully

I am very very behind in blogging. There are pictures trapped in my camera, SPCA Saturdays to post, and stories to tell. But my slave ape is very busy so I will give you a musical interlude.



I love art films.