These are my favorite pictures of Otis and I together.
Someone said I shouldn’t limit myself to just true stories for my new webcomic. Maybe I’ll run out of material and then what will I do? But if I have learned anything from owning a corgi… you never run out of new material.
Otis is an amazing pup. He’s funny and sweet and curious. And while I always say he is mischievous, it is never the kind of mischief that makes you angry or stressed. It is playful and often hilarious. Yes, a few things have been chewed. A few things have been pooped on. But it is a small price to pay for having a best friend that is always happy to see you. Who will let you rub their belly if you give them treats. Who will do their business outside 95% of the time.
None of my other best friends do that. Although Gab might let me rub her belly if I make her eggs.
So I really hope you guys enjoy the comic. It’s been a while since I’ve done something original on this scale and I was pretty nervous before posting this morning. A big thanks to Chris for his amazing artwork. He and I will have something new for you every Wednesday.
BUT CORGLIFE IS THE BEST OF ALL TIME!
(Original corgi photo @ corgi12stepprogram.tumblr.com)
Ahhh. I am so sorry. I should have googled the name before I chose it. I promise it was a coincidence. Hopefully my comic and your website can coexist peacefully. Or we can do a corgi rap battle of some kind.
Corgis at play.
Fact: Gatsby is a part-time Fun Police, especially when it comes to his sisfur. He’s always like, “NO! YOU MAY NOT HAVE FUN!”
I think his fun policing started at the dog park inside our apartment complex. There’s a “no barking” rule and Scout likes to bark at anything that moves — fallen leaf, annoying child on a scooter, pizza delivery guy, plastic bag gently wafting in the wind, etc. If she doesn’t respond to my “Quiet!” command, I usually leash them back up and take them back home. Well, I guess Gatsby doesn’t like leaving the dog park that early so he’s been policing her every time she starts to bark. He’ll usually run up to her, tackle her, and either sit on her or stand over her so she can’t get up (classic big brother move).
So, now, every time we’re at a dog park (other than the complex) or at a meetup, if she starts to bark while playing, he will Fun Police. Because he thinks we’ll leave if she starts barking too much.