Just a few days after we returned from the UK, my mom's corgi, Morgan, came to stay with us while mom visited family in Buffalo, New York. Honestly, having four dogs when I was jet lagged, ill and dealing with Jason's sister in the hospital was not necessarily fun. After Morgan left, though, I kind of missed him. Having four dogs did have it's plus sides too. I got a reminder to be careful what I wish for yesterday afternoon when Morgan came to stay again. This time the circumstances are bad. My mom has gone back to New York because my grandfather is in the hospital. I certainly hope the craziness with my human family will soon cease but in the mean time, there will be a lot of adorable pet mischief around here.
It is my obligation as a hound to live the motto the more the merrier. There are certain times this saying would not apply like if I had to share my food. Usually, though, I prefer having more dogs around to play with and to cuddle with. Especially short legged ones.
The only reason the story of Morgan coming to stay with us again is part of Mischief Monday is because he came back yesterday. Otherwise, there is no way the word "mischief" applies to anything we do together. Just look at our innocent faces. What kind of trouble could we possibly make?
Everyone expects me to be upset about having a fourth dog around. Yet I don't really mind. In fact, since Morgan doesn't live with a cat, I can get away with all kinds of fun feline tricks when he visits. Morgan loves it when I bat at him from under a door, surprise him from around a corner or jump down in front of him from on high. So as long as their is still room for me on the beds and I get to constantly show Morgan who is the boss,er, I mean, play with the second corgi, all is well
The other doggie-doggie* is alright. He is much quieter than the doggie-doggie** which is good because I prefer to be the loudest in the family. When any of the doggies are being mischievous, I get to yell at them and that makes me happy. It doesn't always please Bethany and Jason for some reason though. I am used to my help going appreciated but with four dogs to keep in line, it seems like my help would be better received. Apparently my assistance is too loud, whatever that means.
* What Leo calls Morgan.
**What Leo calls Brychwyn.
When Morgan comes over, he and I try our best to get along. However, I do not like it when Morgan out stays his welcome. A few hours is enough time to admire the loveliness of two corgis, right? Why does Morgan have to spend the night and especially a lot of nights? If he joins us on walks, all of the people that we meet don't only pay attention to me. Why pay attention to him? He doesn't even have one whole blue eye. I suppose if I didn't have to share attention, the couch, the bed, the other pets, the humans or anything at all with Morgan, he wouldn't be so bad to have around. In fact, having another corgi to play with is kind of fun sometimes. Only sometimes.
My third time staying with the Cascadian Nomads and my second time at a keyboard. What an honor. I'll tell you though, the last time I was here, I was so glad to leave that I didn't even say goodbye to Bethany. But when I got here yesterday, I was really excited and happy to see everyone. Once I was settled, I spent some time on the bed and on the couch with Wilhelm. I especially like the couch part because I am not allowed on the couch at my house. Cuddling with Wilhelm is comforting since I usually cuddle with Lucie at my house.
Huxley and I sniffed around the yard together. It smells different even though it seems like I was just here! The cat scared me one of the times I was walking down the hallway; I always try to give her a wide berth but she still seems to find me. When the other dogs chase the cat after she pounces on me, that bird starts hollering. Bethany doesn't like that. Brychwyn and I bickered a little the way corgis do but in the end we had a good chase. I hope I get to go home again soon but for now hanging out with the Cascadian Nomads isn't too much trouble.