Hey Corgi Nation! Pleased to meet you. My name is Orchard Hill Maxwell, but you can call me Max. Or Maxwell House, poochie, ThunderPaws, TailFeathers or The Furminator. That’s me and my sister Rachel, a few years back. She’s one of my favorite people, and I’m the apple of her eye!
Rachel is still too young to be on Facebook, but she often asks our Mom Lynn to check the Daily Corgi page. She was after her Mom for months to send in my story, the story of a very loved Corgi, so when the light turned green, I jumped right in!
So, where do I start? It’s not every day a guy gets the spotlight all to himself. If I get a little carried away with photos and stories (ok, WHEN I do), cut me some slack. I’m a Corgi, and low energy isn’t exactly my way of life. When I do something, I do it with gusto!
Including sleeping. We Corgis have perfected the art of sleeping, but with ears like this, we don’t miss much. Even asleep. Speaking of which, it’s time for a nappy noodles right now. So I’m handing this off to my Mom Lynn, who’s always happy to talk about me. I’ll be back!
“Max has a way of charming most everyone he meets. Seriously! We know of three families who didn’t even have a dog who went out and got a Corgi after Max worked his magic on them. Max lives to play fetch, loves his treats (of course) and hanging with his humans. Unlike a lot of Corgis on this site, he does NOT like the water and barks frantically whenever someone jumps in the pool, as if to warn them “Hey you — it’s WET in there!”
“Max was born September 22, 2001, shortly after 9/11. We live in New Jersey and had many friends who were not only in NYC that day, but in the World Trade Center as well. (All were safe!) I had thought about getting a dog from time to time, but never did; 9/11 made me realize tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. A neighbor had a Corgi who was a sweet girl, and as we researched breeds, Corgis quickly shot to the top of the list. We hadn’t yet begun looking for breeders, when a few weeks later, my husband’s co-worker walked into his office and asked “Do you know anyone who might be interested in a Corgi puppy? We have a litter.”
“Max had a joy and a spark to him even at eight weeks. We were traveling over the holidays that year, so the breeder kept him until our “gotcha” day of January 2, 2002. A wonderful start to the new year! He’ll turn 13 in a few weeks, and he’s been the best dog ever. We love him with all our hearts.”
“Max has a fiancee, Sophie. You can see part of her pretty face at the top of the photo. They’re unlikely sweethearts, because he typically prefers humans to dogs. One day when Max and Sophie were playing, he brought his tennis ball to her and dropped it at her feet. Because this is a dog who NEVER shares this tennis ball, it was obviously a doggie proposal!”
The nose knows. Max locating his tennis ball under the blanket of snow, drawing on his mastery of drool detection.
Hey thanks, Mom. That was aces! Winner, winner, chicken dinner. I’ll take it from here …