The best thing about blogging here (and running the Daily Corgi facebook page) — hands down — is the opportunity to get to know dogs I’d never meet otherwise. More precisely, dogs and the people who love them. You see, there aren’t too many things in life I know with absolute certainty. I know odds are excellent that any checkout line I join will slow to a price check-induced crawl, and I’m sure that chocolate is regarded as a health food on some awesome far flung planet (why else would there be a Milky Way bar?) These things I’d bet good money on, but the one thing I know with absolute, cross-my heart certainty is this: DOGS (especially Corgis — but I’m biased) change people’s hearts and lives for the better.
And that is a beautiful thing.
Speaking of beautiful, meet Rosie. She spent twelve years Corgi powering the lives of Michelle M. and her family. This brave little dog got sick last November and succumbed to her illness this week. “I think she wanted us to get
used to the idea she was physically leaving us” says Michelle. Physically leaving, yes. Leaving the hearts of the people who loved her most? Never.
used to the idea she was physically leaving us” says Michelle. Physically leaving, yes. Leaving the hearts of the people who loved her most? Never.
Rosie was her Mom’s first Corgi, and she schooled her well in the ways of Corgi stubbornness, independence and smarts. Though she wasn’t a particularly cuddly Corgi, Rosie’s affections and allegiance to her family were never in doubt. “She wasn’t a lap dog and if you touched her when she didn’t
want to be touched she would growl a little; not mean but just to say I
don’t want that now. She loved to come and sit by my chair and get a
massage from me. Rosie loved her cot. It’s still on our deck. She would lie
there and look out over the pasture.”
want to be touched she would growl a little; not mean but just to say I
don’t want that now. She loved to come and sit by my chair and get a
massage from me. Rosie loved her cot. It’s still on our deck. She would lie
there and look out over the pasture.”
“Rosie was a very demanding dog. Sometimes she would command me to do what she wanted and I would
say “I will not be commanded to by a little doggie.” I thought
it was funny, her herding instinct showing. She
loved to go down to the mule corral and clean up the grain they left on
the ground, quickly jumping away if they approached. I sometimes rode
with her in the saddle if she got tired walking. She sat in my lap on
the four-wheeler when I would ride out exercising my Labrador Libby. I don’t think she liked Libby or my other Corgi Moki the
way I had hoped. Rosie would have preferred only dog status. She
was the queen, never taking any crap from either of them.”
say “I will not be commanded to by a little doggie.” I thought
it was funny, her herding instinct showing. She
loved to go down to the mule corral and clean up the grain they left on
the ground, quickly jumping away if they approached. I sometimes rode
with her in the saddle if she got tired walking. She sat in my lap on
the four-wheeler when I would ride out exercising my Labrador Libby. I don’t think she liked Libby or my other Corgi Moki the
way I had hoped. Rosie would have preferred only dog status. She
was the queen, never taking any crap from either of them.”
“She was raised by my wonderful Lab Boomer. I think he
taught her to lift her leg because she would go around like a male dog
lifting her leg in different places. It was funny to watch. When she
played with a toy she would try and rip its head off, shaking it for all
it was worth. She loved to eat, of course, and would bark and spin.”
taught her to lift her leg because she would go around like a male dog
lifting her leg in different places. It was funny to watch. When she
played with a toy she would try and rip its head off, shaking it for all
it was worth. She loved to eat, of course, and would bark and spin.”
“Our girl loved to play ball and stick. We would go to Lake Powell, where she would swim and chase the ball into the lake. Rosie was
always busy and believed she knew what was best. She would walk out in the
pasture, head down exploring whatever smells were out there. Sometimes
she would decide when it was time to come in, even when I called her. Rosie
knew best. I never worried about her running away because she would
never do that. She had very short legs. My brother called them flippers. When she ran it was kind of like hopping. Funny
but SO cute. And boy did she shed! My husband called her a hairball. I
would brush and brush and could never get it all.”
always busy and believed she knew what was best. She would walk out in the
pasture, head down exploring whatever smells were out there. Sometimes
she would decide when it was time to come in, even when I called her. Rosie
knew best. I never worried about her running away because she would
never do that. She had very short legs. My brother called them flippers. When she ran it was kind of like hopping. Funny
but SO cute. And boy did she shed! My husband called her a hairball. I
would brush and brush and could never get it all.”
“Rosie was truly a great dog. We will miss her. I am going to donate to our local shelter and CorgiPals in her memory. We loved her very much and always will.”
Awwwww so sorry about your loss.I too have a Corgie that is now 11 ..very stubborn and losing his site. Don't know how it will be when he goes but my hart goes out to you. Rosie was such a pretty Corgie.my you find comfort knowing she is at peace.
It is is so hard to let them go. But the best accolade to a good dog is to move on to another. Not to replace her, but because she was.
:,( So sad… She's in corgi heaven chasing lil pup corgis around and sleeping on her back, paws up, tongue hangin out…
We are Roses God Parents. Donna and I knew Roses since she was 3 months old, her other name is BLTD or Brilliant Little Tiny Dog. We met Roses primitive camping at Lake Powell. At 3 months she took the challenge literally to race my wife from the Latrine to the camp, BLTD diving off rocks, looking to see who was winning. About 10" long at the time. The next visit with Roses, about 9 months after our first visit, Rosie saw me, and immediately "chewed" me out for not coming around sooner. Stick, ball, chase a horse or mule perhaps? A big dog in a little dog's body. Full of love that was Rosie. Her picture has been in our family room almost since birth and will remain. Miss you Roses…
I had the great pleasure of being the "seat for the Queen" on her trip to begin her life with Michelle. I've seen her antics, heard many stories from her travels, and spent time in Rosie's household as she ruled over the years. It was hilarious to watch the battle of the wills between Michelle and Rosie and the many compromises they made to create harmony. I'll always see Rosie in my mind's eye and know her spirit is there just around a corner, bush or staring from a doorway. She continues to be in good company!
What a sweet story of Rosie's wonderful life. I'm sorry for your loss.
It is so nice to hear stories from people who loved this little package. Bless you all and may you have comfort in having shared life with her.
Heart break, yes, and missed terribly…Phaedra96 is soooooo right. Love again, it is the highest honor you can give Rosie..
Oh my, oh my goodness. I wanted to say something cute. But instead I am crying a little. Happy for you & sad too. Goodbye sweet girl. Rebecca& Little Miss Pudgy Paws.
So very sorry for your loss.
Corgis truly touch your heart. I lost my Abby in September and miss her beyond belief