Gibson's full time job as a
Home Security Professional is going so well, that he has been able to juggle a few more part time positions on his time off. Its so funny to watch him do his jobs.. He gets so excited, yet is very serious about all of them at the same time. So cute, yet.... annoying ;)
So, anyways, here are his side gigs:
RefereeWhen Ben and I watch sports... especially teams that we like.. Gibson feels the need to referee. He can sense our tension and excitement, and he DOES NOT LIKE IT! It's apparently against the rules of his house.. this goes for video games too (OMG does he HATE the Wii).. If there is any sort of exciting moment in the game, Gibson will start growling and looks at us like we are complete idiots. If we cheer/get mad at a play, he runs around and barks and will not stop. Not a fan of this job, but it IS his job.... seriously.
Dish Washer
So, this is my fault, but Gibson cleans almost all of my dishes now. And gets very upset if I do not give them to him. It's mainly my cereal bowls after I am done with them, and it's actually pretty helpful (cuts down on the rinsing I have to do). I don't really mind this job, but I should probably not let him clean EVERY dish ;)

Waste Detection & Removal
I hate this one. Hate it, hate it, hate it. So apparently, bunnies usually do their business in the privacy of their homes... but in the winter, they just poop wherever they heck they're standing. And they seem to spend most of their time in my back yard.. Well, Gibson feels like it his duty to eat every. single. piece. Blech. He gets so incredibly obsessive about it. He does it on walks too, and knows the regular spots where he finds his treasures and will not budge until everything is clean. Ugh. Can't wait til spring.
Heart Breaker
Let's face it, this is every corgi's job. After all the annoying and infuriating side jobs they do, they can pull this one out and all is forgiven. They don't really have to do much, just look at you. With those eyes. Those sad, sad eyes.
Case in point: Last week, I let Gibson out for his morning pee before I gave him his breakfast. He was distracted by his "waste removal" job to come back in right away, so I decided to put a kettle on the stove for some tea. Then I heard barking, and Gibson clocked into his FULL time job because our neighbor was walking his dog in front of our house. I ran out, IN MY SLIPPERS AND PAJAMAS, through a foot of snow and chased Gibson across the street. The little brat for some reason did not recognize our neighbor and was barking at him while he was walking up HIS OWN FRONT PORCH. Ugh. Recognition finally set in, and he and our neighbor dog said their hellos while I was still making my way through the snow paths.
So, I was really upset w/Gibson when I got him back in... SO very upset. Never have been so mad at him. That was until...

He decided to break my heart by curling up on the bed that I bought him a year ago that he has never touched. Never. And like that, all is forgiven.
Little brat.
:)