Skye Frederick Roper Reports

Hi Fans, this is Skye Roper reporting--what did Rose mean she didn't know where I was born?  I was born in...a...hmmm, Missouri United States, I think or maybe Paris????She was right, we are really not sure.

Anyway, I had a story to tell, oh yes.  Well, when we go out on the Porch (the deck) for a little play time we always bark and growl and make a big racket pretending we are big mean junk-yard dogs, grrrrr, like our cousin DAP.  But this has lead to a baaaad habit that when we chase the ball in the house we also growl and carry on, and guess what? Mom and Dad do not like this, not at all. 

We did it the other night--we knew we were playing but it sounded FIERCE, and Mom and Dad yelled at us and actually locked both of us into our own crates for a time out.  This has rarely happened and we were like--what the heck?  But we kinda, sorta learned our lesson and are thinking it won't happen again.

Do I have another story?  Well yes actually, we are having company next week, our Auntie Kate and Uncle Jim and maybe Cass anddddd, they are bringing their doggie, Meaghan.  She's a big black lab (bigger than us) and we are very excited to have another dog in our very house to play with.  I will report how it goes.

Okay, that is the report from Skye Roper, love you! signed Skye

This way and that way

Okay, hi everybody, this is Rose Roper. I know we haven't written for a while--I don't know why I guess we didn't think much interesting was going on.  But, there was. First off we were going to move to Colorado, which I don't know what that is, but Dad told us we were going to be Rocky Mountain dogs, whatever that is. But as of yesterday we found out we aren't moving, so we will stay Missouricorgis, I mean after all, we were both born here ( I think, I mean I know I was but not exactly sure about Skye) and so we only know Missouri.

I have a bad dog tale (tail ha ha) to tell.  The other day I ran away from Momma, again, and I would not come back even after she called and called.  I just looked at her and said the usual--"you are not the boss of me".  But she got in the car because she saw I was really far away in the back woods, and drove over the neighborhood which is actually in O'Fallon, Missouri. (We live in Lake St. Louis, Missouri). She got over there and called and called me.  I heard her but didn't respond.

When she got home she saw my footprints in the snow and called again, "Rose, Rose". I finally came to her, and you know what?  Something had happened to me--I was all dirty in the front part of me like I had fallen in the creek all the way up to my shoulders, or maybe got under a car--she didn't know and I couldn't tell her, because you know, I don't speak English and she only knows a few words in corgi.  But I will tell you this, I was very afraid about whatever happened, and I will never (as far as I know) run away from Mom again. It was bad....and when I saw her and she told me I should never run away again, I just kept kissing and kissing her and telling her, oh don't worry Mom, I won't. 

Skye Roper has a story too, but that will be for next time, k? Love you, Rose a rita beach Roper