A couple of weeks ago, at the park, someone asked me “so how are they?” “they” being Pembroke welsh corgis. If it weren’t for my friend’s corgi (named Lumpia), I would’ve probably never owned a corgi to begin with. Maybe a shiba inu or chocolate lab or even a orange tabby cat. I probably wouldn’t consider a shiba inu now just because I’m not attracted to their personalities even though . They seem to be timid, very independent dogs for the most part. I think I’ve only met one shiba that actually wanted to say hi to Bailey or play with him. Probably not a chocolate lab because I think the corgi size ~30 is perfect. Anything more or less seems to be a bit off – hahaa. And… and orange tabby cat. I still like cats, but if I ever got a cat, it would have to be super social. It’s a bit weird to have a cat that you only see for an hour a day.
Anyways, when I respond to the folks at the dog park.. I normally can cite a bunch of reasons why corgis the best, but I always find myself expressing how great their personalities are – such fun-loving, smart, curious and SO SO expressive. That’s what I love... the expressiveness- I melt every time I see a corgi smile. I also say how cheery, intelligent, how they have a perfect size, and their energy for life . A con for me is the shedding, but the PRO’s outweigh any thought of this con.
Just was thinking last night how much I love Bailey (and also how much I’ve spoiled him – and need to stop). He’s turning three in two weeks – we’re going to throw a big party – but – time flies so fast and I am sooooooooo soooooo glad he’s mine even though he likes to eat crap off the sidewalks!!!
The first day I met Bailey back in 2008, he looked like this (mind you I don't have humungous hands and he is nearly the size of my hand only!):
Now – he’s all grown up and I swear I see a bit of white coming in on the muzzle!!! We've kept his hotdog toy (dubbed Jorge - pronounced hor-hay). I bought this toy for bailey as a "present" when I went to visit him at 5 weeks old. I let him keep it until I came to pick him up at 8 weeks. Jorge came back with teared out eyes and his stomach ripped open (with help from bailey's littermates), but i managed to perform some magic surgery to bring him back to life. However, Bailey is not allowed to chew on him anymore. He's a household keepsake now. :)
Have a great weekend!
