Oh, Corbin

Ok, so on Tuesday I posted my entery for the Mango Minster 2012 in the Cracker Dog category. Now, my third qualification was that I dig gigantic holes in my couch, but I didn't have any photo evidence because my mom would not take pictures of the holes. However, a lot of you wanted to see my work.

So, while mom and dad were out of the house, I recruited Brookie to help, and I took pictures myself. Now. Let's start with a photo of our couch BEFORE I decided it was a great place for holes.

(that says NO HOLE UNDER MY BUTT)

Now..... what my couch looks like NOW!

See that hole sneaking on the right side??? Yep.

Bone fits perfectly.

Chew n' Stash.

Somethin' look funny to you? Looks perfect to me.
*Note, dark spot on left is a blanket, not a deep dark hole of doom.

See the cushion on the left? There's supposed to be one on the right.
NOT ANY MORE!

Another sneaky hole

This is some more of my work.

Now, before we had the sectional piece,
we had this love seat and a similar couch.
Looks normal, right?

BUT WAIT!

Move those cushions, and what do you find?
a MINI hiding spot!

And the mega momma of all holes!

Hey, Brookie... I might have left a bone in here!

Ah, I love admiring my work.

Want to know the funny thing??? When mom and dad were out and Brookie and I took these pictures... can you guess where they were???

SHOPPING FOR A NEW COUCH! But, they said I won't get my NEW couch for another month. I can't wait to make more holes!

Oh, and if you're looking for a professional couch hole maker -for any reason, foodable hide-a-spots, hole for perfect butt comfort, area to put annoying foster sisters... YOU NAME IT! I'm your man. So just call 1-888-GOT CORBIN. Estimates are free, by appointment only.

I, Corbin Monkey W (this is my full name, so you know I mean business), am a cracker dog.

This is my entry into Mango's Mango Minister 2012! Check out all the fun here! I missed out last year, so I'm super excited to get my entery in QUICK!

My first Qualification... Although I am an American Mutt, part of my Muttiness is an American Pitbull Terrier - and being part terrier means I'm qualifed to be a cracker dog.

My Second Qualification... I do zoomies for LOTS of reasons. These reasons might be qualified as "no apparent reasons" to others, but running zoomies through the house because my stuffie tried to bite my face... now THAT is a reason to me. Running crazy zoomies through the yard because the grass tickeled my... well, my you know... THAT is a reason to me! Doing insane house zoomies because a doggie on the TV barked something funny... now THAT is a reason to me! Doing super fast and forceful zommies through the house because mom and dad are sleeping... now THAT is surely a reason to me!

I'm the darker one... who looks like he's in fast forward about 45 seconds into the video.

Emmtt is the poor soul on the other end of my craziness.

My Third Qualification.... I dig gigantic holes just for the fun of it... and to hide foodables. Well, now. I don't dig those holes outside... instead, I dig them INSIDE! I make holes in the couch so I can lay more comfortably. I make holes in the top of the couch so I can be at a better level to look out the window. I make holes in the seats of the couch so I can hide my foodables in there until a more appropiate time to devour their delishiousness. And, here is my reason why. IF large holes are dug outside.. they may interfer with my zoomies and play time. IF large holes are dug outside... if I hid my foodables in there, I will not be able to retrieve them whenever I wish because the momma would have to let me outside to get them. IF large holes are dug outside, that would be time wasted from outside zoomies. So, I dig my holes inside.

(Mom refuses to take pictures of the holes in the couch...)

My Forth Qualification... I shred stuffies, paper, boxes, peanut butter jars, ice cube trays, zucchinni's and anything else my mouth can reach. I also chew tables, couches, money, toilet tissue, moms slippers and my crate.

My Fifth Qualification... I most definitely find it necessary to fling myself at the door while yapping my head off whenever someone comes to visit. I mean... if you're coming to MY house, obviously you came for kisses and hugs from yours truly. Plus, if you're an intruder that is not welcome... well then, no kisses for you. But you better be scared of my BARK!

My Sixth Qualification... My legs are most definitely spring loaded, allowing me to poke my snooter into human eye sockets, noses, mouths, etc, even when the that said human is standing up right. Now, they are most definitely just as excited to see me. And they shove their hands all over my coat, so I have the right to shove my nose in their face. For this qualification, I do not have pictorial evidence. However, I have recruited some of my previous nose shoving ~~victiums~~ stars who would like to give their testominal to my case.

*Please note, names have been changed for the safety of my loyal fan club.

Case 1: Ms. Schmooter. I had just arrived at Corbin's grandpaw Jack's house and was grabbing myself a bite to eat when Corbin came upstairs. He instantly went cracker and ran around the upstairs of the house. When he finally slowed down to let me pet him, I was remarking on what a handsome boy he was when he suddenly jumped in the air and shoved his nose right into mine! I was stunned for a bit, but after further examination, there would be no long term bruising or breaks.

Case 2: Grandma Tutula. I had just arrived at Corbin's house to take his parents out to dinner. Corbin immedietly came running to the door as I walked in and threw his body at me, paws flying everywhere. His nose went right into my eye socket, leaving my vision a little blurry for a few minutes.

Case 3: Grandma Loverly. Corbin had just arrived at our house and was enjoying himself while running cracker in our yard. Our of the corner of my eye, I see him running towards me, full speed. About 3 or 4 feet away from me, Corbin leaps into the air and comes flying at me... nose headed directly for my mouth... and that is infact where it ended up. There was a little bleeding from where my tooth cut my lip from the inpact of his mouth. However, there were no longterm injuries and no hurt feelings. Corbin just loves to give kisses, anyway, anyhow and anywhere.

My Seventh Qualification. I go CRAZY at the mention of a tennis ball. And for good measure, also a baseball, soccer ball, football, basketball, squeeky ball, soft ball, lacross ball or hockey puck. Although cracker for my array of balls, I do behave rather nicely waiting for the dad to throw it. I know if I go cracker on him while he has the ball, he will put our game of fetch to a halt. So I wait until he throws the ball to go all cracker on it. Sometimes I make flying leaps in the air to catch it, sometimes I catch it shortly after it leaves dads hands, and sometimes I make sliding catches for the ball. It's been rumered that the officals in MLB are thinking about scouting my extreme abilities.

Since I've provided you with my 7 Qualifying qualities... I will now present you with some other antics that make me a crazy cracker dog.

Not only do I do zoomies on land, but I do them in water too!