She caught on real fast at fetching balls and frisbees. At night when we let her out for her last potty, she would always bring in a stick or something in exchange for her nightly treat.
I think her favorite place was our cabin in the High Sierra Mountains of California, where she could be with us 24/7. There was a lot to do, we were always on the go and she loved it. Whether a squirrel up a tree, a raven on the telephone pole or a deer in the meadow, Cora was vigilant about warning us of danger or trespassers around the cabin. She would bark to signal, run barking to find me, and lead me back to the intruder … barking.
Because of other dangers in the area — bears, coyotes, and mountain lions — we did have to watch her closely at the cabin. She sensed their presence long before we did: I could tell just by the way she was acting. When Cora turned cautious, we would leave the area or head into the cabin.
Our girl adored all the seasons of the high country. In the Fall she loved playing in the leaves, especially with our youngest granddaughter. When the snow came Cora really loved to play in it. Like a little kid, she would run though it biting at the falling snow. When it would get really deep I made pathways for us to travel to her favorite spot overlooking the meadow.
Corabell played hard and loved big, staying by
our side everywhere we went. We’ve had other dogs in our lifetime, but
never one like Cora. She was really the exception (as I know many
Corgis are). You could see it in her eyes from the start. It was like
she understood everything we were saying, her eyes showed a passion for
life and a compassion for us. She brought joy to every heart she