11.29.2007

Meet The Campers




The Campers are, in order of seniority, Ginger, Giada, Paula and George. Actually George has been here longest and is the “man of the house” but as my husband says he is not part of management. Ginger is clearly the VP of Canine Affairs as the senior female in residence and Giada and Paula are her assistants in a sort of Devil Wears Prada type of relationship. All of the campers are Welsh Pembroke Corgis; George is Red & White and all the girls are Sable & White.

George came to us from the Spencers in Chickasha. He is a very handsome dog – generally quiet and dignified, but he can bust it loose when the need arises. It took me nearly 2 years to find Ginger as I knew just what type female I was looking for and she was hard to find – small but not too small, feminine, foxy face and structurally correct. George and Ginger have had 2 litters of puppies and each time she has proven to be an absolutely superb mother. All puppies have been healthy from day one – neither litter had a discernable runt and we’ve never lost a one. They have all been robust, beautiful and, of course, happy campers. Since Ginger has proven to be such a wonderful female, I picked Giada and Paula, who are both Ginger’s younger cousins, when I decided to add more females to our crew – all of them came from Cheryl Early in Missouri.

We do have a few non-corgi campers as well – Margery the Newfoundland-Neapolitan Mastiff cross and Sally Mae the fuzzy white we-don’t-know-what-she-is. Suffice it to say Sally looks much like yeti when unclipped. And then of course there are the cats…..my home is now the repository for all the cats my girls, their boyfriends and classmates needed a home for…..seven to be exact. I just thank heavens they don’t all live in the house and some of them are getting very old. I keep telling the kids “no more” and they smile and say “what are you talking about, they’re not my cats”. Have you ever heard of someone running up to your car window and tossing a kitten into your lap at a stop light…..urban legend? Who knows but these are the type stories I get as justification when a new one arrives or sometimes not even a story – just cats in the garage in freezing weather and nobody has any idea where they came from…yeah right.

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