Meet Sapphie

In the next few posts, I’ll be sharing pictures of some of the characters from Corgi Capers: Deceit on Dorset Drive. These pictures were created by the fabulous Marji Cooper. Along with each picture, I’ll introduce a bit more about each character. If you enjoy these characters, be sure to check out the free short story (posted earlier in this blog) or the novel, available in print or e-book format.


When I found out we were all going to be featured on this blog, I just knew I had to be first. After all, who better to start with than me, me me! I don’t even know why this blog is called “Corgi Capers.” It should be called “Sapphie’s Blog.” More people would read it if that were the case. But you know how stubborn People are–you can’t teach them anything.

The first thing you need to know about me is that my name isn’t just Sapphie. It’s Princess Sapphie. And don’t get me wrong. I know what “princess” means. My brother told me. His name is Zeph, and he’s really smart even though he’s super boring. Anyway, I know what princess means, and it describes me perfectly. My Person’s name is Courtney, and she treats me like a princess. I get to do whatever I want, whenever I want. Courtney is always talking into this sparkly pink thing she holds up to her ear, and when she’s busy doing that, she lets me do all kinds of things. There was the one time I found all those delightfully smelly newspapers, the time I found some stinky old socks, the time I found half a box of soda crackers… My next plan is to see if I can get into the basement. From what I hear, there are all sorts of things to chew on down there.

The second thing you need to know is that I’m the cutest dog you’ll ever see. I’m much cuter than my brother. Whenever someone sees me, they think I’m so cute that they let me get away with anything. I mean–just look at me!

The last thing you need to know is that I’m an escape artist. My People think they can keep me captive in the kitchen or in my crate, but they’re wrong. I’ve escaped countless times. I’ve bounded over fences and gates, unlatched my crate. Even the front door can’t hold me. Don’t tell my People, though. It’s just our little secret.

Anyway, I see my brother over there sleeping in his bed. I like his rocketship-shaped bed much better than the one my Person got for me, so I’m going to go kick him out and take a nap. I’ll leave you to enjoy reading over my blog post and staring at my picture. Aren’t I the cutest?

You should check back here soon. Last I heard, my brother has been working on his blog post. He’s very smart, but he worries about everything. And I do mean everything. So he’ll probably read and check it over and over and over before he’s brave enough to press the “submit” button. But oh well—that’s what happens when you’re a Fraidy Dog like Zeph.



Posted on February 26, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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