Super sniffer

After sniffing fresh moose tracks  (mom and calf eating rosebushes this morning) in the yard today, G suddenly froze and woofed, didn't want to go any closer to the driveway.  We moved along close to the house and she woofed and stopped again, a perfect point.  I still didn't see anything so we proceeded onto the driveway.  Half-way down we could see that there were two moose bedded down below the driveway, visible only once we were over them.  She has a wonderful nose and would just as soon avoid trouble.  But if the silly person on the other end of the leash wants to proceed, she will accompany you, giving further warnings as warranted.

Of course my dog doesn't get up on the furniture!

The many names of Gemma

Alligator dog - baby teeth, ouch!

Beaver/termite dog - chewing holes in the deck planking

Gemgem

Kitty-cat dog - holding things with the front paws, batting at them with the back ones

Gemmalicious

Carpet shark - lurking and watching

Super puplet

Gemmaroo - bounce bounce bounce

Wild dog dingo

Puppylove

But she isn't very puppyish any more!

Napping puppy

What could be sweeter?

Is there any dog under all that hair?

Wow!  Have we ever hit shedding season - aka "blowing the coat".  Corgi's supposedly do this fully once or twice a year.  Every day I'm brushing softball size mounds of fur off her morning and night...then I took her to the dog wash and brushed most of a trash can's worth of hair off G.  Each swipe got a brush-worth.  I only hope this ends soon before my whole house is covered with a layer of felt. 

And you know it is bad when the dog comes equipped with its own clothes roller to remove hair!

Bird Ridge Hike

Given a beautiful fall day, we headed out for a hike.  Made friends along the trail and tested Gemma's 4x4 capabilities on the steep rocky bits.  Being low to the ground with four powerful legs, she moved uphill and downhill more quickly than I did.  Gemma the mountain goat!

Gemma of the woods

The family headed out to the cabin this weekend.  After a long interesting drive up to the lake, an hour loading the boat next to an active gravel trucking operation, an hour plus crossing the lake with whitecaps whipped into our faces by the wind, and unloading and opening up the cabin, the dog was wiped out.  Totally overstimulated.  After a solid nap she was ready for the rest of the weekend, picking berries, tangling herself in the woods, sniffing the lake edge, and hanging out at the cabin were her favorites.