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Corgi Confessions
     

Corgi Confessions

by Caroll O. Knipe
 
Caroll Knipe has captured the essence of the Welsh Pembroke Corgi in her delightful new book, CORGI CONFESSIONS. The photography by Fritz Knipe gives us a glimpse into the world of Corgis living in the Santa Cruz mountains of California. Dutch and Duchess have a lighthearted "confession" about everything from their lack of tails, to their love of food. Corgi owners

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Caroll Knipe has captured the essence of the Welsh Pembroke Corgi in her delightful new book, CORGI CONFESSIONS. The photography by Fritz Knipe gives us a glimpse into the world of Corgis living in the Santa Cruz mountains of California. Dutch and Duchess have a lighthearted "confession" about everything from their lack of tails, to their love of food. Corgi owners will love this book. Written in rhyme, CORGI CONFESSIONS is also a perfect gift for the elementary school reader who will soon want to write a personal book about a favorite pet.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781438949147
Publisher:
AuthorHouse
Publication date:
03/05/2009
Pages:
28
Sales rank:
777,048
Product dimensions:
8.50(w) x 8.50(h) x 0.07(d)

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Corgi Confessions


By Caroll O. Knipe

AuthorHouse

Copyright © 2009 Caroll O. Knipe
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4389-4914-7


Chapter One

If you ever wished for a pet, And sought advice from a vet, Don't ever insist on a Pug or a Spitz, A Corgi's the best you can get!

Advice from Dutch and Duchess

We are Corgis, Duchess & Dutch. We have several things to confess, For instance, our tails got lost in the mail, But we can still wag, more or less.

Our ears, our very best features, Make us observant creatures. We hear every sound within our surround, From fridge door to midnight creepers.

Silence is golden, folks say, But barks, sharp and clear, are okay. We growl in the night at whatever's in sight, And we don't even do it for pay.

We stay and sit on demand when the trainer has us in hand. As we heel and prance, we watch for a chance To dash for the gate, sans command.

You probably think we eat fine, And kibble we never decline. BUT the absolute rule for food, warm or cool, "If it falls on the floor, it is mine."

Matthew, Michael, Carly and Wes, Ryan, Taylor, and Fallon, so blessed. As grandkids can see, our kisses are free. And their hugs are the best, we confess.

There once was a wound on my paw. I chewed till my leg became raw. My licks kept it wet, causing gasps from my vet. He just didn't like what he saw.

Dr. Stone found a collar to go. It's blue with white blooms in a row. In spite of my fears, it went over my ears. I'm a flowerpot Corgi! Oh no!

I love to chase waves that splash on the sand. I like to run fast making prints where I can. I race with the gulls; I chase all the balls, AND I work really hard on my tan.

I have so many pals to greet or harass, I seldom have time to lie in the grass. I charge with the speed of a racing machine, But greyhounds are out of my class.

I'm a Corgi with fawn colored hair. I can sleep with my feet in the air. I love a long nap on a bed or a lap, But I snore like a honey brown bear.

Truly, we Corgis are treasures. We'll fill up your lives with such pleasures. At times we admit, a pup is a twit, But when one is a royal, who measures?

One day when I was out walking, A poodle pranced by clearly gawking. For a piece of my mind, I waved my behind, My behavior was really quite shocking.

One time I rode on a train in the cab. I looked around for a handle to grab. At the end of my search, the train gave a lurch. The startled conductor was mad. Too bad.

The Golden Gate Bridge in the sunlight is rare, So jump on the ledge and look out if you dare. Mom viewed the bay while Dad snapped away. Now don't you believe we were there?

Dad is our buddy, like pals we all go. We dash from the car to the trails down below. We wiggle and dance, when we have a chance To romp with our dad in the snow.

A Corgi has only two speeds, dash and drop. The "dash" means we seldom slow down to a trot. We even herd sheep, awake or asleep, But when we're worn out, we kerplop!

You may think that I am serene, But I'm tough as any marine. I'm quite a surprise in spite of my size, And you know, I'm a friend of the Queen. "Ta Ta"

(Continues...)



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