Mr. Pickles

Ever since Mike and I spent his birthday two years ago at a bed and breakfast I’ve wanted a corgi.  Let me explain.  At this bed and breakfast the owner had the sweetest dog (who just so happened to be a corgi) named Molly.  I fell in love.  I even tried to have her sleep with us (Mike was not on board with that idea).

Clearly owning a dog in LA is a challenge.  It just seems VERY unfair to have a dog trapped in your small condo/apartment all day long only to take a few walks on the teeny bit of grass alongside the road.   And maybe, if they’re lucky, a trip to the local dog park. With that being said, smaller dogs seem to do okay in these circumstances (and corgis are pretty little!).

We were going for a walk a week ago and there he was-  the cutest dog of all time!  I screamed and rushed over to him, gushing to the owner and petting the furry guy.

“What’s his name!?”

-“Mr. Pickles”

It was what we needed to finally convince Mike that when the time comes for a dog it should a) be a corgi and b) be named Mr. Pickles.  While we aren’t ready for a dog just yet (especially with a wedding and honeymoon this year) Gilligan said he’s not opposed to a canine brother.

Waiting for Mr. Pickles, someday.