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What hath heckin' puppers wrought

The highest, truest purpose of a corgi is Content.

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A screenshot of a text message. There's an image of a corgi looking across the street at a weird bird, and text that says "mabel discovered a new species of bird on her walk this morning. she's not saying she's a shoo-in for the prize, but she would really appreciate if we could blow up the nobel committee on social media to make sure that they know"

What hath heckin' puppers wrought

Thursday, June 4th, 2026

I’m staying at the house of a friend of a friend whilst they’re off on tour with Ariana Grande. I take care of Mabel, who is a 9 year old corgi, and Grimm, the random stray cat that lives on the porch. Obviously, the owner needs regular updates as to the state of their livestock. Obviously, I burned through all the small talk and “Mabel continues to be a dog today” updates a while ago. All I can think to do is to rip off @cleolonglegs:

A small corgi lays down in the midst of a bunch of grass with a fence in the background. recent things that have made Mabel cry: the recently cleared-out space in the backyard reminds her of the vast endless emptiness of the universe
A corgi looks confused at a cat's legs sticking out from under a car. the cat has switched to a devious new hiding place and mabel doesn't know how she's ever going to find him and get ignored by him ever again
Mabel sticks her snout into my face as we both lay on the floor. the shortness of her snout prevents her from reaching through the lower atmosphere to snuffle and grunt at outer space
Mabel's nose is all that is visible, sticking out from under her blanket. mabel is obscuring her other senses to train her nose to be more powerful, but she can only do it on the couch or else she starts bumping into things
Mabel peers up into a window through a narrow gap in the curtains. much like frank lloyd wright used his own 5' 8" as his standard for "human scale" when designing houses, resulting in rooms where tall people have to duck, the architects of her house designed at human scale and provided no windows for those who are one foot tall
Mabel jumps up on the railing around a porch towards a cat that's standing on top. she envies the cat's ability to spontaneously ascend to a higher promontory in the firmament than her own short legs will permit
Mabel looks pleading up at the camera from the couch. it turns that out even if you're a corgi, life is kind of suffering

More to come as I have to think of them.

Tagged as personal, dogs.