I've always wanted a corgi. and i mean ALWAYS. Growing up in NYC, i would see them on the streets and they simply grabbed my attention. I used to refer to them as the 'teddy bear dogs'. As a child, i never granted a 'teddy bear dog. So as an adult, i was determined to have one of my own.
I routinely check my local craiglist, because i help with several dog rescue groups. Typically i'll foster them for a bit while we arrange transport. Well, a few months ago i saw another 'free puppys to good home' add. I clicked on it, expecting to see a littler of cross bred pups, because someone forgot to spay their female dog. Instead, i found an add posted by a lovely older couple that had adopted a pair of corgi pups from a friend, and due to bad health were unable to take care of them. I check the location, and made a phone call- they lived just a few miles up the road. I told my fiancee, and with a bit of pleading, crying, begging, whining, and bribery- we were on our way to go get my dream corgis.
When we pulled up, the couple was outside with the corgis in their backyard- they had been staying there since the couple had been in and out of the hospital with failing health, and unable to work on potty training. Merlin bounded up to us first, soon followed by his sister Morgana. They were ADORABLE. I was thrilled to see their tails had not been docked, and they were in overall good health. Granted, they both needed nail clippings, puppy shots, etc- but nothing we couldn't fix right up. we scooped them up, and took them home with us.
we slowly introduced the babies to the rest of our pack, as not to overwhelm them. We didn't have a think to worry about! Merlin quickly decided that our big malamute, Sokah was his new best friend. Morgana preferred to play with our basset hound, Freyja.
At the same time, my heart dog, Sparta was leaving my life. Sparta was an 8 month old deaf great dane we had rescued from a local breeder. He was diagnosed with EPI at 5 months of age. Unfortunately, diagnosis came too late, and his pancreas was unable to heal from the damage. As his soul passed on, the corgis were there to comfort me through the hard times. i tossed myself head long into their care- puppy training, potty training, trips to the bark park- etc. Many people were used to seeing me at the bark park with my big, white deaf dog- and were sad to hear of his passing. However, they were thrilled to meet the corgi twins!
More blogs to come! i'll do one for each of the pups, telling a bit about them individually :3