Rita spent the five hour journey to her new home cradled in Mom’s arms.
(Let’s all bask in the thought of holding a Corgi puppy for five hours straight, shall we? Kumbaya!)
Perhaps this early coddling accounts for Rita’s “Queen of the Place” complex.
(Or it could just be that she’s a Corgi).
“Is my tiara showing?”
Although they’d done their research and wanted a tri-color male, Lee says when she and her husband arrived at the breeder’s “this red-and-white female came flying toward us and tucked herself under my husband’s arm … it was LOVE!”
“Rita is now slightly neurotic, though you’d never guess it from that beautiful face.”
“Our girl has her quirks. She hates the freezer, where the dreaded ice cubes live. When the freezer door opens from miles away, she comes charging, barking madly and jumping. The DVD player, microwave and garbage disposal are also her sworn enemies, regularly provoking eruptions of yapping.”
“Rita goes into a frenzy when we sneeze, sing, whistle, dance, snap fingers or puff out air!”
(Uh, do you mean breathe? 😉
“She’ll even wake from her sleep to let us know she heard it.”
“We recently adopted Dave, a Cardigan Corgi Bassett rescue from a South Carolina shelter. He’s quiet, cuddly, unfazed by anything … we call him the “regular dog” because he’s so unlike Rita!”
“They get along fine, though I swear Rita the Queen always looks at Dave like “Is he still here?”
“We adore her, quirks and all. How could you not love that face?”
The (poofy) End.
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Rita, you are royally AWESOME.
Welcome to The Daily Corgi!