@heyroosevelt

#tbt

Catching a few rays before taking the subway to work. Taken June 26, 2011.

#tbt

Learning how to play fight at the small dog run in Washington Square Park near the old job. Taken June 27, 2011.

#tbt

Sitting and waiting for his queue to cross Broadway Ave (between Bleeker and Houston). At ~3 months.

#tbt: Roosevelt at 4 months. Caught chewing on a towel and feigns innocence.

#tbt

Roosevelt at 3 months with his “You can’t fool me. That Kong is empty.” face.

#tbt

Roosevelt barked at the weirdest things! Like our basketball.

#tbt

Roosevelt at a year and two months. “I don’t insist on being a sexy model. People just portray me as one.”

[Video] Our First Vine!

This is how Roosevelt reacts when I mention “dinner” during dinner time. He’s all lovey-dovey (ears back) trying to appeal to me, but when I mention the magic word(s), his true nature shows up. Sneaky Corgi. He has trained ME!

#tbt

Roosevelt at 4 months. Insists on rights to the best spot on the couch.

Bow! - Late ESBC

I wish I could say we were working on this based on the YouTube tutorial videos for “Bow”. Roosevelt already does this on his own. It’s his way of saying Please take me out. Since this particular ESBC started, I started to mark this behavior. I would say Bow when he was in this position and clicked as if to say “Good job, dude.” A few weeks go by and he still doesn’t exactly “get” the Bow command. He would keep trying to lie down or sit. Then I’d stare at him thinking he’d read my mind. And he’d roll over, sit, play dead, paw; everything under the sun except the bow. I gave up trying to force him to learn it, but still said “Bow” when in position.

Automagically, today, I take out my yoga mat and he started BOWING ON THE YOGA MAT. TWICE! Praises were thrown like rice after a wedding. I ran to get my phone, said Bow, and here he is!

Perfect form, my love! Perfect form!

#tbt

Roosevelt at 3 months & looking like an awkward adolescent.

Frisbees!

For a long time now, we’ve been jealous of all these athletic labs playing catch with frisbees effortlessly with their owners… while Roosevelt just stares idly at the plastic plaything and wonders why I’M super excited about it. It doesn’t smell good, it doesn’t taste good, it gets thrown high in the air and it doesn’t even make a sound! Super useless. Like, who cares about it? Definitely not Roosevelt.

And, once upon a time aka a few weeks ago, a certain Roosevelt was dominating all the toys at the dog park as usual. Tennis balls, rope toys, squeeky toys, kongs, etc… and miraculously, a frisbee. A small, fabric frisbee. But still a frisbee. Et voilà ! Frisbee interest has been sparked and he “gets it” all of a sudden.

I acquired one very similar at Unleashed by Petco yesterday. We’ve been playing with it ever since. Meaning we’ve had 3 half an hour sessions: The first one was just geting acquainted with the frisbee. Playing fetch. Treating when he gives it back to me. I got bored very quickly and just started throwing it at him. He’s pretty good at reading my mind when treats are around; he catches it. CLICK. YES! GOOD BOY! I repeated and rewarded the behavior as much as possible and even got it on video.

At it turns out, it was just beginner’s luck. Today he caught the frisbee 10% of the time. I’m still super excited about it… while he goes off to chase his beloved squeeky toy around the house.

Someone who loves jogging as much as I do <3

Went jogging yesterday with a tiny animal.

[Special Edition] Zach and Rosy show: NOT Zach and Rosy, Self-Portrait, Taken 2012

Been reading a lot of autobiographies lately with the pictures of the author in an awkward, grainy black and white.