Chelsea is my female Welsh Pembroke Corgi. I cannot believe that she will be two years old on June 31. She is so sweet. She is finally calming down a bit. Just a bit. This past Saturday she and I walked seven miles on our rails to trails. Then as soon as we came in the house, she started tearing around like a crazy person. Doug turned to me and said "maybe you need to take her back out." I took these photos last Sunday afternoon. Chelsea was holding down one end of the sofa
and Milo held down the other end.
Chelsea gets shy when I start taking pics of her.
Oh, she is so handsome! Don't you think?
They are always happy to see me- greet me every morning when I come out of the bedroom. They never hog the remote. They never flip channels during commercials. They never say "are you going to wear that?" They never take a huge bite out of every piece of pizza or my sandwich. (Although Milo did leave teeth marks in my sandwich the other day. I ate it anyway and didn't die.) They don't pout or get mad. They just love me. Unconditionally. And I love them right back.