Every once and a while, I take a break from the regular reading and writing blog post to post pictures of my three furry children.
Waffles is our eldest corgi. She’s a 10 year old, brindle, cardigan corgi. She’s the matriarch of the family, and incredibly intelligent, though she does have a weird habit of attacking our dishwasher every time someone closes it.
Last year, I commissioned a painting of Waffles as a surprise for Greg. It is totally epic. The story is that there’s an internet legend that claims corgis are the mounts for fairies. We took that idea and came up with the idea of Battle Corgis. After getting this painting, Greg and I were inspired to finally write our story down. It’s the novel that we’re currently working on together. I won’t give much away, but it does involve fae and corgis (and not cheesy, at least we hope not cheesy).
Twinkie is our middle child. She’s a seven year old, red Pembroke corgi. She is neurotic, gets stuck on the back porch steps, and eats the dried worms off of our driveway. She’s also the most loving of our corgis and cuddle with you all day if you’re not feeling well.
Scotch is the baby boy. Even at four, he’s still a puppy. He’s a sable, Pembroke corgi. He is extremely vocal and is nicknamed “Mountain Goat” because he likes to climb on sofas and people as high as he can go. He’s also a ham for the camera. If you’re sick, he will step on your liver and lick your face to make you better. And there was that one time that he trapped himself.