Hello there, I’m Webber! I used to be Tootsie but my Mommy Steph B. changed my name when I went to my new home two years ago. Something about a phantom and an opera and my half white face. I don’t know. I get rubs and treats and walks, so I’m game!
I am a girl, obviously, and I am four years young. I have a brown eye and a blue eye, which I think perfectly describes my brand of personality! I can be calm and as sweet as pie, but I also love to play and be mischievous too! Mommy says I still act like a puppy — not an accident, I assure you! I used to have to share my space with a LOT of other dogs. Things got crowded so I had to show some teeth, ya know? I don’t have to do that here though! Just me and the brother Foxy, but he is such a pushover! Secretly I love him to pieces and lick him all the time.
Oh yeah, and that big orange tabby cat. I enjoy chasing him around!
I love Mommy, but Daddy’s where it’s really at. Foxy wasn’t the only one to get a special tag. I’m super special too so I got a “Daddy’s Girl” tag! I adore playing chase and fetch, and don’t mind the occasional beef soup bone fresh from the market. That’s exceptionally great, so I do a special dance for it! Of course not as fancy as Foxy’s two legged twirly dancy thing, but I still get MY bone … so I’m still WINNING! Silly Foxy is so lazy and sleeps about, but NOT ME! LET’S PLAY!
My two little human sisters are a ton of fun! They like to dress me up in hats and wigs and clothes, and I just let them because fashion is where it’s at! And if it involves looking pretty and showing off, I am ALL ABOUT IT!
Although I am obviously ALL that and a bag of rawhide chews, I’ve got to give my brother Foxy his say here, too. Like me, he had a rough start in life, but we’ve found a doggy paradise here with our forever family. So Foxy …
… take it away!
My name is Sassy’s Sir Foxy, but my parents call me all kinds of little names like “Bubby”, “Little Bear”, “Tank” or “Rhino”. I don’t mind and come running and wiggling my butt to ANY of these names!
I was born in April of 2008 in Missouri. My previous living conditions were very bad. I lived outside in a small run with several Dachshunds and they weren’t very nice to me, so I kept to myself. My old owners never let me inside or played with me. They never bathed me and I was itchy with fleas all over, so I was iron deficient. I had to find what food was left over from the other dogs, so I was slightly underweight.
One day I found out that I was going on a plane ride. I was so frightened! When I landed in Texas, oh boy was it HOT! My new Mommy had a hard time coaxing me out of the kennel. I didn’t know what was going on, very afraid and shaking all over. She coaxed me out slowly with some tasty treats. Mommy looked very nice but sad, too. I think she thought I was really dirty, so I shied away from her!
She took me to the doctor where I had to take this pill, and then we finally arrived at my new home — straight into a bathtub! Mommy kept saying “oh my goodness, what in the world? You’re fawn, not red!” I was still scared and kept shaking all over. When it was over, she gave me a great rub down and some tasty food. I went to check out my new yard — it was ginormous! Then later I fell asleep next to Mommy on the floor. Later I met my Daddy and my two new sisters, but I was too afraid to let them near me, so I stayed close to my Mommy — EVERYWHERE she went!
It took me almost a year in my new home to feel totally comfortable and let the others come close to me. Now I like them all! I get beef soup bones, my own doggie bowl, my own toys, even my own bed! Mommy makes me sweaters in the Winter and me sleep on the great big bed with her and Daddy! That bed is so comfy, when it’s time to get up I look at my Mommy like she’s nuts. My sisters play with me all the time and walk me at night. I still get a little afraid around new things and noises, but Mommy says I am getting so much better! I even have a new sister named Webber (well, she isn’t that new). She likes to lick my ears and head all the time, but I forgive her because she loves me!
She likes to play outside, but since I spent a good part of my life outdoors all the time, I prefer being indoors where it is cool. I would rather relax on the floor next to Mommy than play, although from time to time I’ll get the tug rope and play with my sisters. But I’ll admit it, I’m really lazy. Could that be why they call me Tank?
I still stay very close to Mommy at all times. She is my person now; I’ve even got a tag that says “Mommy’s Boy”. I love it, and I love my family. Mommy says to always try to adopt a Corgi if you can. So many need good forever homes and I agree! Just look at how great MY story turned out.
Ed. note: These two rescued sweethearts are a fine example of why you should consider adopting a rescued Corgi. Sure, rescues can come with a bit of baggage — a rescue isn’t necessarily right for every home — but do yourself (and the dogs) a favor by considering the option. Work with a rescue group who takes care in getting to know each dog and prepares them for suitable placements.
Bringing ANY dog into your life is serious decision, a years-long commitment, but if you’ve honestly got that love, time and patience, you can make a world of difference to a deserving soul. If you can’t adopt, consider fostering. In some situations, your own dog(s) can sometimes help newly “sprung” rescues learn how to be a dog again (or for the first time).
Rescues ROCK!
What a way to start the day ! LOVE reading these stories.
This is my first time on this website. I love it! I wish I had a corgi but it is so hard to come across them where I live. I hope to one day have one of my own! Great story!