Nichole LeClair

48, Female

United States

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Hometown:
Belle, MO / Burlington, VT
About Me:
I'm a magazine editor and the pet-parent of two fine, only slightly neurotic, corgi boys (bestowed on me by Linda, the patron saint of corgis, of course). I'm originally from Vermont, then Arizona, and I'm now inhabiting the middle ground of Missouri. Playing outside, reading and spending time with critters (especially my own) are my favorite activities. I apologize in advance if it takes me ages to respond to anyone - we've recently moved to the boondocks where I've had to re-visit the dark ages of dial-up internet.
About My Corgi(s):
Gibson and Bear both came to me through Pet's Second Chance, Inc. in St. Louis, Mo. I love all dogs, but was searching for a corgi because it is such a playful and loving breed, and I knew a corgi would fit well into my lifestyle.

First, there was Gibson, aka Velcro (he's a tad clingy), my red-headed tri-color. Apparently, at less than a year old, he was found wandering the streets of St. Louis by animal control, but he made his way to Linda. He is both prissy and and a bit of a spazz, but he's lovable, smart and a born comedian. You see... just to begin with, he has this thing for insects.... I'll need to put a helmet on him soon if he doesn't stop skidding into furniture. (And he's an athletic one, so the impacts can be pretty cringe-worthy. Sorry, Linda, I know this only makes you more frustrated about his curtailed agility career.)

As for Bear, my red and white, aka: cheese puff or cheeto, well, he was SUPPOSED to be a foster dog.... Found living as a feral, unsocialized beastling in Kansas, he was delivered by a kind woman to Pet's Second Chance. Two years old, no social skills, and he had a penchant for bathing in his water dish and bolting whenever anyone came near him. But Gibson picked him out of the line-up, so how bad could he be, right? Let's just say he had me in tears and pleading for Linda to find someone else to take him before I went mad. He ate half my house, was decidedly anti-social, and acted like a right little monster for quite awhile. But, luckily, it took her awhile to find a new home. By the time she found a new family, I couldn't part with him. Now he's the most lovable, gentle, laid-back guy imaginable. He's still a wild child with a stubborn streak and a particular obsession for getting absolutely filthy, but at least we've come to a truce on both this habit and his still-present desire to submerge himself in water - he now has a kiddie pool on the deck and I keep a box of old towels at the ready. He's also a very understanding bath-taker.

My pups are the canine version of Laurel and Hardy together and my house is filled with much love and laughter since they came home to me. I'm very thankful that Linda trusted me to give them their "forever home."

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