I was feeling discouraged. Hunting for the healthy Pembroke puppy with a tail is a tiring task. I was talking to my sister about just rescuing, I already have guilt for going with a breeder. Maybe my first dog is not supposed to be the dream dog. Maybe I am supposed to adopt some LA puppy. And maybe I am.

But then I ran into a corgi.

It's name was bubbles. Bubbles balanced treats on his head, he high fived with both stubs, he put his head in my lap when I petted…