Pembrokes Peanut and Tulip live in Connecticut with Susan T. and her husband. “They are my second and third Corgis” writes Susan. Just before my first Corgi, Pete, passed away I had a talk with him. I said “I don’t know if I will ever get another dog. It’s too hard to lose you. But if I do, you send me a dog, and I will know that the dog came from you.”
“Well I waited about eight months before I decided I did want another dog. I started looking every day for a Corgi rescue and finally found Peanut.”
First day in his new home, Peanut at eight months old.
“When the rescue group brought him for a home visit I went up to this adorable bundle. got right on my hands and knees in front of him and asked “are you my dog?” I looked in his eyes and I KNEW that Pete had sent Peanut to me. I also knew that there was no way the rescue people would be leaving with him, he was mine!”
Peanut is always smiling.
“I am a firm believer that your dog always finds you, and this is proof. Peanut was given up because they said he had a medical condition. NOT. His only medical condition is causing people to faint from his cuteness every time he smiles at them. Today he is a healthy, happy five years-old. Your dog ALWAYS finds you.”
Grinning ear to ear, even after his ACL surgery.
“Peanut likes to think over things and he can be persnickety about other dogs. He’s loves to herd them at the dog park. He hates when dogs do un-dog like things, like when our friend Penny carries her Papillon Coco when we’re out walking. Peanut will nose Coco and grumble at her once she’s back on the ground as if to say “Walk like a dog! You are not a baby!” He likes things to be in order order order. I imagine he was a drill sergeant in another life.”
“After we got Peanut, my husband’s dog Buddy passed, and Peanut really needed a new friend. We looked into another rescue but weren’t having any luck, and ended up going with a wonderful breeder in northeast Connecticut I’d located through the Mayflower Corgi Club. We sent a deposit and went up to see the litter of four females when they were about six weeks old. Such fluffy little cuties, my face almost cracked from the smiling.”
“The breeder’s policy was to assign pups based on situation and temperament, which was fine by me because I couldn’t choose between them!”
“She picked the absolutely perfect dog for us. Tulip came to her forever home when she was twelve weeks old, on a Memorial Day weekend. She’ll be two in March.”
“I’m having a blast, how ’boutchoo?”
Here we are, under the Biscuit Mistletoe!
Nope, it definitely wasn’t us. We know nutttin’!
Yes, we are Corgis. We rule!
Tulip’s ‘tocks on the dock.
Waiting for Mom’s car to drive up, every day after work!
“They play all the time, do everything together. I imagine them having the same conversation over and over … “
Tulip: “Hell YES!!!”
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Welcome to The Daily Corgi, Peanut and Tulip!
What else is there to say about you except ENCORE, ENCORE?!