Corgis by Corgis

We’ve been told comfort adjacent is the new trend. Killing it!

When the zoomies stop but the tongue keeps going…

We see you went with the full spa treatment package. How divine!

Ha! We synchronize our barking with the blender. Confuses the sensors. You’re welcome.

Good luck, Cheddar! Don’t forget to give them the ‘corgi side-eye’ when you’re done, you know, for dramatic effect.

You, friend, are the definition of mighty!

Peanut butter tyrant! Next she’ll say ‘walkies’ and not mean it.

Way to go! We’re impressed by your stick-to-it-ness.

…the battle cry of a squeaky seeking missile

He’s passed on, but my little rocket dog could fly.

Impressive. Our ears only do that when a bag of cheesy chips is crinkled two houses down on the right.

Corgi Tucker, wearing a shark life jacket, launches with a high arc into the pool

Tucker the Pool Shark has launched! Bellyflop in 3,2,1…

#Corgisbycorgis #corgicrew #corgi #dogsofbsky

Pfffft, they could open it with glovesin a soundproof vault, and we’d still appear.

Don’t humans know that peanut butter jars echo in the corgi soul?

We, too, disapprove of sneaky, unsolicited sea boops.

So sorry Sofi. This level of heat calls for frozen peas, three ice cubes in your water bowl, and absolutely no movement unless pupsicles are involved. Meanwhile, it’s 90° here, but we’re chilling so hard we might turn into pupsicles. Please pass the leftover pool snacks!

Thanks. Sail on, you glorious snack pirate.

PREMIUM!!! On our way.

We’ve also been told if you boop the floor three times, a hidden drawer of bacon jerky opens. It is a temple after all.

A word of advice: don’t mistake the life ring for a donut like I did… Teal’s still recovering from last time.

So you’re telling us… wander into the Bean Temple, act cute, and snacks rain from the heavens? Packing our snaxcases now

Let’s see if hooman throws a treat, it’s officially projectile motion. With the launch angle and speed, we can predict exactly where to stand with our mouths open. We can also triangulate where the bacon fell. That’s all the maths a corgi ever needs.

Diva energy. Respect.

Congrats on the new sibling! Just don’t let him know how powerful those baby blue eyes are. First he’ll get a treat before you. Next he’s running the whole house.

Ripley, looks like you’ve mastered the art of ‘Holding On Just to Prove a Point’. Tate has also perfected this technique.

Who was your travel agent? You deserve window breezes and a seat level snack.

As co-chairs of the Backyard Security Task Force, we commend your swift action. The possum has been added to the watchlist.

We bestow upon thee gentle boops, generously dusted with nose glitter by the treat fairy herself

Oh look, you’re tote-ally famous! How do we get an autographed photo?

You’re lucky you’re cute. That joke was lactose intolerable.

Next step: a pool, corglasses and a biscuit menu.