Good day! I hope everyone had a Happy Thanksgiving.

Just joined your attractive and informative website. My name is Vicky Hay and I live to serve Cassie the Corgi, Queen of the Universe.

Cassie came to me by way of the local Humane Society. Her previous humans had dumped her in the society's pound, complaining that she "barked." Imagine that...a dog that barks!

As a practical matter, she doesn't bark excessively. When she's not barking to order the human around, she's quiet unless she hears someone or something outside. So I have no idea what these folks' problem was, but it seems not to have actually been with the dog.

A couple of years ago, Cassie raised a golden retriever pup to maturity. My son soooo much wanted a retriever (having grown up with one), but he has a job, of all things. He happens to work near my house, and so as a birthday present I proposed to give him a year's worth of doggy day-care: he would drop Charley the Golden Retriever off at my house on the way to work and pick him up on the way home.

This created a year of general hilarity. About the time Charley was seven months old, Cassie decided it was time to train him to live in civilized company, and so she took it upon herself to teach him to behave. To this day, the 80-pound Charley believes that the corgi is bigger than he is.

Charley now resides at his own human's house; my son lives close enough to work that he can race home over the lunch hour, let him out, love him up, bolt down lunch, and fly back to the office.

Lacking a galumphing pup to order around, I imagine Cassie is a bit lonely. So I've put my name on a list to get a corgi pup, slated to come into this world in early January. This breeder likes to keep the puppies and socialize them for nine weeks, and so the little guy will be joining us in late February or March. This should be interesting!  I'll undoubtedly blog about it at my site, Funny about Money.

My previous dogs have mostly been German shepherds (and one notable greyhound). But now I'm too old to manage a big dog with that kind of drive. In particular, I can't lift an 80- or 90-pound dog. In her dotage, the beloved Anna the Ger-shep couldn't get into the dog chariot by herself. Toward the end, I was dragging her to the vet about once a week, and since I lack human company here at the Funny Farm, that posed quite a challenge. While I've found it not quite true that a corgi is "a German shepherd in a small body," as some claim, I am accustomed to living with and training herding dogs and so knew something about what I was getting into when I decided nothing would do but what I had to have a corgi.