About "ME"

Hello Folks,

Diddy, here.


The subject matter for discussion today is "ME."



I am a robust sort of fellow.  I believe in living life to its fullest... and if that means saddling up Kahn

and taking him for a ride!



I feel it a bit necessary to draw upon me earlier days back in the native land of Wales.  I've put together a small grouping of screenshots of me home place.  At least, as I best remember it.  I also had a few letters with hand drawn maps and pictures that me Corgi Mum secretly sent me to remind me of where my true home is.  We called it Stool-fall.  This is where I was born and raised as a young pup, before being recruited by the SCS to serve the Queen.  Why would me Mum send me such drawings you might ask?  Well, I didn't know it at the time, but it seems that the SCS branch solicited recruitment from young Corgis such as meself by having the police pick us up and tell us that our parents had been killed in some horrible accident.  Not having anyone to turn to, the fact that they offered to take care of me in return for me entering into SCS training, seemed like the deal of the day.  So, you can imagine my surprise when a stranger called me over to a dark alley and handed a letter to me before walking briskly away.  Very macabre.  I thought it strange until I opened the letter and instantly recognized me Mum's handwriting!

Later that night, I related what happened with Georgie, me barracks mate.  He told me that the SCS was concocting all sorts of stories in order to get young Corgis to fill their ranks.  I confronted the Head Master with this information.  I was instantly spirited away to a black training site.  It was there that I was given an unltimatum.  

SERVE OR LEAVE!


Knowing the reputation of the SCS and realizing that I was very close to blowing such an awesome opportunity, I elected to SERVE!

The rest is history.

So, Here are those screen shots:

 This is the road outside Stool-Fall.   Beautiful Welsh Countryside!

 This is where some of our cows grazed.  Kahn would have loved it there!

Very nice, Mr. Diddy.

Kahn, this is my story.  Stay off the blog!

  Okay, Mr. Diddy.

Here is the main campus of Stool-Fall.  Just inside those gates, is where me Mum gave birth to me!


Now, before anyone gets upset, please remember.  I am doing this from memory of a few hand drawn maps and hand drawn pictures.  I never returned to my home place.  Me Corgi Mum and Pops are not there anymore.  I understand that they have willed it to me.  I get plenty of tax bills from the U.K. for the property.  Perhaps, I'll take me adopted Mum and Pops there some day for a visit.


A little more about "Me."

My street name is "Teeth."  I have to keep an image to survive in the city.  You never know if the guy sitting next to you on the bus is a psychopath or just thinks you'd make a good lunch.  So "Teeth" serves its purpose.

Kahn's street name is "Oafe"  Hehe... just kidding, Kahn.

I'm only about 1 foot 1 inch tall.  So, I have to project a tough guy persona to keep from getting stepped on all the time.

I like to give Janky Jane a run for the money at least twice a day.    I just give her a little growl and she begins to hot foot it away... but usually not fast enough to escape the heat from my breath on the heels of her back feet.  I once caught a glimpse of her as we were passing a mirror whilst I was giving her a fair chase.  Her look was one of sheer terror.  I loved it!

Other than that sick metal chicken, Raybo,

I have a pretty good life on the Half Pint Farm.  Now, me Pops and Mum named the farm after me.  I think that Mum thinks it's because I am about the size of a half pint.  However, I am quite sure that Pops started calling me Half Pint because he actually caught me tugging a swig from a half pint, one hot afternoon!  That Pops is clever, but not so much as me Mum is.

Here on the farm I live with an assortment of interesting personalities.   Even the flappers are quite entertaining.  I can see eye to eye with them.  There is only one thing that I truly miss about the U.K., the White Cliffs of Dover.

So, if you go over there, go to Wales, and look up me home place.  I'll text you the coordinates.  You can let me know if all is well.  In the meantime, if I decide that there is more of "ME" that you need to know, I'll write another post and call it "Me Too." 

Have a nice year!

Say good day, Kahn.

Good Day, Kahn.

Yep, Thought so.

This is Diddy, Out!

CORGI!