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When I was around 12-years-old, I visited a low-key pet store about every two weeks to pick up bird food because I had owned parakeets at the time. I often browsed through the puppies they had in the kennels (I would NEVER get one from there, but I was curious, and they were all cute of course), and I saw a Pembroke Corgi sitting down, watching people go past him. I kneeled down, and made the decision to play with in the back room just to see his temperament. Without getting into a long story, I absolutely loved him. I only saw him once after that, and he was bought pretty quickly.
Six years later, once I finally had my own apartment, I decided I want my own dog. The choice was obvious since I always thought back to that Corgi I played with. I've never seen Corgi's in Las Vegas (when I lived there), so whenever I saw one on TV or in commercials, I was astounded and got giddy. Two months prior of getting my own Corgi, my boyfriend and I went to the Corgi Faire in Dixon, CA. There we met tons of great dogs, puppies, and owners. We were particularly fond of this 13-week-old puppy -- named Gus. We played with him and snuggled him for a good 20-25 minutes! The owner told us that the breeder still had two puppies left, and I was already convinced. Gus had the perfect temperament, coat, and was already smart at that young of age. Several weeks later of talking to the breeder, we bought Gus' brother. Caius acts just like Gus!
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