talbotlucas.org: a word to the wise is sufficient

I realized this morning how well Wallace has trained me: After finishing his Kong (translation: after fifteen minutes of fishing out a treat that's been wedged in his vulcanized rubber toy by throwing it around the second floor and coaxing it out of the just-too-small hole by nibbling on the edges), Wallace walks into the bathroom. Without any chuntering on his part I find that I'm getting up from my desk chair and walking to the bathroom, where he waits, sitting patiently on the rug, for me to get him a cup of water. All that bouncing and nibbling makes a dog thirsty, you know. If I don't notice that he's waiting he'll let out a few low barks to call for me or Terrence as a reminder that we're needed. (It's hard to turn on the faucet when it's a few feet above your head and you don't have opposable thumbs.)

I've just noticed that the Kong Company don't include Pembroke Welsh Corgis on their size chart which is unusual given the delight corgis take in their Kongs. Wallace can tire himself out with the extra large model, so perhaps an email (with photos) is in order.