Thursday Adoptables Happy Ending: Max and Rosie Corgian of California!

As for me, my first family gave me up after buying me as a pet shop puppy and left me alone outside by myself all day long. Every day. So I barked. And barked. And barked some more. Of course I did! Wouldn’t you?

My folks thought they wanted to adopt a female Corgi, for fear that a boy would mark his territory. (Humans don’t care for the scent of pee. What gives?!) Beth from the PWCCSC persuaded them (OK — Mom specifically) that this wasn’t usually a problem once we’re fixed (the F word!), and that male Corgis are at least at loveable — if not more so — than females.  (No comment. I let my photos speak for themselves).

So Beth convinced her to come take a look at me. I was active and adorable all over the place. Not showing off, just being me! Mom wasn’t sure about having such an energetic dog, but when she told Dad about me they decided to go ahead and take me home. (High paw, Pa). Truth be told, I was hyper and ran crazy around their house. Oh yes — remember it well! When bedtime rolled around, they wanted me to sleep in a crate. Not too thrilled about that. I barked for awhile and then finally settled down. Mom confesses she had second thoughts during the couple of days it took for me to calm down.

I was a little pudgy. (Some prefer “puffy”). My first family had left out food and nobody played with me. When I started Mom on daily walks, it wasn’t long before I lost the few extra pounds. Life was good, somebody was home most of the day to play with me, I went on vacations with the family and I got lots of love from everyone.

The family was so happy. If I’d had a tail it would have wagged. A lot. Like all day long a lot. They loved having me and thought it would be a good idea to get another Corgi, a female for sure this time. Mom called the PWCCSC to see if they had a girl in need of a home like ours. No luck. We got wait listed and months passed without a call, ’til one day Mom called to see if they forgot about her. Beth said Mom’s ears must have been burning because she was planning to call her that very day!

Rosie was found in an abandoned house with her litter mate and their 6 puppies. The PWCCSC had to wait fifteen days before they could be considered legally abandoned. Rosie went to a foster family for evaluation and got the whole spa package: spay, vaccination, teeth cleaning. Beth from the PWCCSC said no home visit was necessary this time around and we could take Rosie home if I got along with her.

When we met her, Rosie was thin, had very short fur, a drippy eye and her nipples were hanging down. She wasn’t very friendly. I was indifferent. My folks decided to take her home.

As it turned out, Rosie had some issues with male dogs. Her rescuers figure she had two litters before her last one, and she was only four. Her people had sold her puppies for drug money. (I’d rather not meet people like that, thank you very much).

Let me put it this way: when Rosie came along, my life was forever changed! She followed me around most of the time. Then if she decided she wasn’t in the mood for me to be near her, she would get snarly and show her teeth. Rosie is different from me. Mom always says she can’t believe we’re close in age. I still act like a puppy — it’s true! I’m playful and don’t listen well sometimes. I’m only six, after all.

Rosie … well she can be a real spoil sport! She acts like a second Mom to me, corrects me when she thinks I’m misbehaving, even sometimes when I’m just playing. I am constantly moving, I can’t sit still for very long. I love my toys but she has no desire to play with them. Come to think of it, that’s a good thing. I don’t have to share!

As time went on, Rosie and I got used to one another. Things between us got better and better.

When our hu-sister went away to college five years ago, our folks started taking us on more vacations. They say they never dreamed they would be like those “old” people who take their dogs places.

I have absolutely no idea what “old people” means. Of course dogs are supposed to go everywhere with their families. Leave us behind? Whose silly idea is that? We love car rides. Our MOST favorite place to go is the beach, and you’d better bet we know when that’s happening.

All the normal Corgi stuff is swell … walkies, eating, barking … just part of the good life for us!

In return, we help around the house. Yogurt containers aren’t going to clean themselves.

We patrol the premises and the perimeter of the property! Squirrel surveillance at no extra cost. 

That’s all well and good for her, but I don’t snuggle unless there’s some petting going on. A guy’s gotta stand his ground!

It’s obvious by now what lucky ducks we are. How many reasons there are for me to flash this grin every day. And I’ll tell you what …

… I am going nowhere anytime soon. These humans had me at hello, in fact. Why do you think I was so EXCITED when they came to meet me? I know a V(ery) I(mportant) P(upper) ticket when I see one. All that jumping and running was my way of saying “Hey, where ya been all my life?!” It might have been a bit much, but hey. I’m here, aren’t I? 

Mom and Dad tell us we’re very cute and fill their lives with a lot of funny antics and love. They say they can’t imagine life without us.

This post first appeared on The Daily Corgi on 8/22/2013.