You may recall that one of my New Year’s resolutions was to acquire a corgi puppy that doesn’t have a vendetta against Thomas’ remaining fingers (he only has eight-and-a-half to begin with).
WELL! We got one! He’s not a puppy, exactly. He’ll be a year old next month. But he’s just the sweetest little corgi anybody ever met. And lots of people meet him, he’s very gregarious. I’m going to teach him how to tell knock-knock jokes.
Please excuse my grainy photos. My house is dark and I have yet to purchase a decent flash.
Our original plan was to adopt a freshly-minted puppy from a nearby breeder sometime in the spring. There are lots of advantages to working with a reputable breeder, and lots of disadvantages to adopting a dog that you don’t know much about, but sometimes life just hands you a puppy. And when life hands you a puppy, it’s downright rude to hand it back.
A few Saturdays ago, I got a text from my sister saying that a friend of hers had a corgi that needed a new home. Apparently this friend was given this pup for free, but turned out to be HIGHLY allergic to him. So I gave this friend a call, kind of expecting to be subjected to an intense interview process, but our conversation basically consisted of,
Me: “So…is this dog bitey? Or is he generally in a bad mood all the time? Or any of the time?”
Him: “Oh no, he’ll lick you all over and then sit down and want you to scratch his belly for all eternity.”
Me: “Sweet! Sounds like the dog for us.”
Him: “Can you meet halfway between our houses tomorrow?
Me: “Um, sure!”
Him: “Great! See you then!”
He really is just as awesome as all that. He loves belly rubs and playing tug-the-rope above all other things (except peanut butter). He’s starting to understand “sit” and “stay.” He doesn’t love the car, but he’ll sit there and take it without much arguing. We took him to the vet last week and nobody there could stop talking about how great he was. He got a shot and had some blood drawn, all without complaining one little bit. He’s housebroken, only chews on cardboard (for the most part), and has made friends with Pixel already. We’re big fans.
Speaking of Pixel, she’s gotten SO fat. And ridiculous.
Anyway. We took Neville (that’s corg’s name, you see) to visit my parents’ farm last weekend.
Boy loves snow, the deeper the better.
Unfortunately, anything deeper than six inches is too deep for his stumpy little legs.
But! He shall overcome.
And then he sniffed all the things.
And that is Neville. He’s not so great at “come” when he’s outside among many interesting smells and has zero concept of “cars” and what they can do to short little dogs, so he almost got squished in the road. At that point I tackled him and dragged him inside, and that was the end of the outside-without-a-leash fun.
Little shit.
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omg i think i’m in love. Neville is AAAHHHHDORABLE!!!
congrats on being a corgi-parent. He looks like tons of fun.
And oh my goodness @ pixel. Little chub chub kitty. So cute. I’m glad the two are getting along fabulously and Thomas’ digits are no longer in any danger. Always a good thing 🙂
He IS tons of fun! And I’m actually really excited that Pixel is so chubby. I just wish she would cuddle more. She’s really into biting and scratching (in a play-fighting kind of way) more than snuggling these days.
He is adorbs! I’m glad you found a Corgi that was not intent on destroying Thomas.
Me too! We may be in danger of having all of our skin licked off, though. His tongue is ridiculous. Well, his whole self is ridiculous, but especially his tongue.
Awww, the puppy really is adorable! Good thing he seems to be a tad bit more mentally stable than the last one. Thomas needs all his remaining fingers so he can complete all the Sire sequels we will be requiring! =) But I’m thinking it might be time to rename your cat Megapixel… 😉
Hehe, we do! When she was small, we called her TinyCat (all one word), but now I’ve taken to calling her ChubbyCat, Megapixel, BigfatCat and Pudgy Little. Animals in our house very rarely keep one name through their whole lives 🙂
Is his full name Neville Shortshanks?
It’s Neville Shortbottom 🙂
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