The Corgi is such a rare breed in Indonesia that people often ask Latte Milano’s Mom Intan W. what kind of dog he is.
“I am the very best kind of dog, obviously.”
“What happened to his tail?”, they say.
“Let me tell you, if I had a biscuit for everytime I’ve heard that …”
“Latte loves to bite his own leash and is a champion squeak-ectomist. He’s feisty, smart, gregarious, likes to cuddle, and will shred anything in seconds.”
“I got him at two months-old from Bainbridge Island, a short ferry ride away from Seattle where I was studying. Six months later he moved with me to Surabaya, Indonesia.”
“I trained him in basic obedience at the Seattle Humane Society, and taught him other commands on my own: hand, play dead, roll, bark, leave it, high-five.”
“I trained her is more like it.”
“Latte made good friends with a Golden Retriever …
… very good friends.”
“Latte is loud and will bark at almost anything; his watchdog ways make me feel like I have a personal bodyguard.”
“Like the typical Corgi, he has the appetite of a pig. He will eat until he explodes.”
“I miss walking with Latte at Greenlake and Luther Burbank Park, enjoying a nice quiet stroll and breathing fresh air away from the hustle and bustle of the city. He would smile in his sleep after our long walks.”
“Latte welcomes me after a long day at work (be it bad or good) and makes living here as a single girl worthwhile. I can’t imagine my life without him.”
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Welcome to The Daily Corgi, Latte Milano!
You are classically Corgi-licious.