A couple of weeks ago, I was sitting at my computer playing around on the internet bored because really there are only about half a dozen sites that I visit- Facebook, email x 2, People of Wal-Mart,thereifixedit.com, thatwillbuffout and Etsy-(okay, seven) on a regular basis. I go to Twitter often and I go to CakeWrecks occasionally. From Twitter, I often get sucked into Mental Floss articles, but unlike Joe, I don't open 1000s of tabs cross referencing multiple things on something that I think he once referred to as 'Wikipedia Sunday.' I don't do a lot on the internet, I just do it over and over. (Which as I added all these links, I kept thinking of places that I vist on any regularity. My favorites/history is more full than I have lead you to believe.) So, like I said, I was bored, probably upstairs escaping from the dogs and trying to watch any excitement that might happen my way via the parking lot. Out of curiosity, I went to Petfinder and searched for both Austrailian Cattle Dogs and Corgis. Both of which I have requested in puppy form for a graduation present but was yet to recieve. There was a cattle dog mix at CMHS and a corgi at some rescue in Missouri that I mistakenly thought was near the Lake of the Ozarks but was like 3 hours away instead.
I asked Joe if we could get this corgi and he said that we could. In fact, he seemed rather all about the idea. It would be my graduation present. We'd get the dog and he's get the crate and the permission (which was the present). Over the next couple of weeks, I called and text messaged this lady without getting much results. I had pretty much convinced myself because of this and because of the apartment search beginning in a far off place that I didn't need a dog, a THIRD dog. I voiced this to Joe who suggested that we go look at this very small (16 pounds) corgi anyway. On the way to meet the rescue lady, we convinced ourselves that we didn't need this dog. That we were crazy to attempt putting a third (THIRD!) dog into the craziness what was our lives. And that Riley would be sad. And what about the poor cat that has an asthma attack when she sees the dogs? It was a poor idea. But I had told Joe that barring any extreme dwarfiness, we would be coming home with this corgi. I just couldn't see it going any other way because both of my love of corgis and Joe's love of dogs in general.
Sure enough, we got the the Pilot on I-70, and there was our new dog. Tiny as promised and super happy to meet us. She was a sweet heart and not dwarfy despite her tiny size in the least. It was a done deal. I handed over some money and Sadie was ours.
Sadie, as said before is a 16 pound female Pembroke Corgi. She is well proportioned except that her nose is extra pointy, her ears are extra large and sort of floppy and her tail is longer than Riley's. Overall, she's a nice looking corgi. She's sable with white paws, white belly, white on the back of her neck in a spot and white on her muzzle. Her face is very foxy like in coloration and shape. She's cute, but not as cute as Riley! She's supposed to be two years old, but I almost think she's younger than that. She just has a very puppy presence about her.
Sadie is very loving and likes to be held and petted. She's a lap dog but will proceed to climb up your face for attention. She's very well behaved in her kennel, in the car and on a leash.
I asked Joe if we could get this corgi and he said that we could. In fact, he seemed rather all about the idea. It would be my graduation present. We'd get the dog and he's get the crate and the permission (which was the present). Over the next couple of weeks, I called and text messaged this lady without getting much results. I had pretty much convinced myself because of this and because of the apartment search beginning in a far off place that I didn't need a dog, a THIRD dog. I voiced this to Joe who suggested that we go look at this very small (16 pounds) corgi anyway. On the way to meet the rescue lady, we convinced ourselves that we didn't need this dog. That we were crazy to attempt putting a third (THIRD!) dog into the craziness what was our lives. And that Riley would be sad. And what about the poor cat that has an asthma attack when she sees the dogs? It was a poor idea. But I had told Joe that barring any extreme dwarfiness, we would be coming home with this corgi. I just couldn't see it going any other way because both of my love of corgis and Joe's love of dogs in general.
Sure enough, we got the the Pilot on I-70, and there was our new dog. Tiny as promised and super happy to meet us. She was a sweet heart and not dwarfy despite her tiny size in the least. It was a done deal. I handed over some money and Sadie was ours.
Sadie, as said before is a 16 pound female Pembroke Corgi. She is well proportioned except that her nose is extra pointy, her ears are extra large and sort of floppy and her tail is longer than Riley's. Overall, she's a nice looking corgi. She's sable with white paws, white belly, white on the back of her neck in a spot and white on her muzzle. Her face is very foxy like in coloration and shape. She's cute, but not as cute as Riley! She's supposed to be two years old, but I almost think she's younger than that. She just has a very puppy presence about her.
Sadie is very loving and likes to be held and petted. She's a lap dog but will proceed to climb up your face for attention. She's very well behaved in her kennel, in the car and on a leash.
However, we have been having some problems in the house with accidents. She doesn't seem to always catch on to going potty when outside. This evening was full of problems.
As expected, Riley does not appriciate this intruder that looks very much like herself. She pouted the first night and now sets up shop some place and growls while Sadie barks a very high pitched bark and bounces around trying to convince Riley to play. Mary doesn't know what to think. On one paw, Mary is excited to have someone to play with but on the other, Sadie takes up a lot of room on laps and the couch and is constantly trying to be mean to 'baby'. Bess Truman seems reserved from her place on the stairway wall. The couple of times I've lifted Sadie to Bess' face, she simply sniffed the dog who almost frightenedly ignored her. Maybe this is the dog pal Bess has been looking for. (Minus the eating of cat food. Which is better than cat poop which is Riley's favorite bedtime snack.)
This morning, it was very clear that we had a puppy with lots of energy and despite the rain and mud, it was decided that a dog park visit was in order. We drove out there and it was flooded so we tried via the trail. The park was abandoned as expected but the three dogs had a blast. Riley kept to herself as usual occasionally chasing or going after a ball. Mary enjoyed tennis balls and playing in the lake. Sadie provided a very nice game of chase. In addition to chase, Sadie ran and ran and ran all over the place and up into the woods. I was certain she'd never come back but she did. And wasn't that bad to catch when it was time to go. Sadie ran so hard that she didn't slow down when she came to the flooded lake instead she went headlong into it-deep enough that she was forced to swim! She did this multiple times and I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't have a swimmer on our hands. After the dog park and some Dairy Queen for me and Joe, all three dogs got a bath. No one enjoyed this but it was needed.
As expected, Riley does not appriciate this intruder that looks very much like herself. She pouted the first night and now sets up shop some place and growls while Sadie barks a very high pitched bark and bounces around trying to convince Riley to play. Mary doesn't know what to think. On one paw, Mary is excited to have someone to play with but on the other, Sadie takes up a lot of room on laps and the couch and is constantly trying to be mean to 'baby'. Bess Truman seems reserved from her place on the stairway wall. The couple of times I've lifted Sadie to Bess' face, she simply sniffed the dog who almost frightenedly ignored her. Maybe this is the dog pal Bess has been looking for. (Minus the eating of cat food. Which is better than cat poop which is Riley's favorite bedtime snack.)
This morning, it was very clear that we had a puppy with lots of energy and despite the rain and mud, it was decided that a dog park visit was in order. We drove out there and it was flooded so we tried via the trail. The park was abandoned as expected but the three dogs had a blast. Riley kept to herself as usual occasionally chasing or going after a ball. Mary enjoyed tennis balls and playing in the lake. Sadie provided a very nice game of chase. In addition to chase, Sadie ran and ran and ran all over the place and up into the woods. I was certain she'd never come back but she did. And wasn't that bad to catch when it was time to go. Sadie ran so hard that she didn't slow down when she came to the flooded lake instead she went headlong into it-deep enough that she was forced to swim! She did this multiple times and I wouldn't be surprised if we didn't have a swimmer on our hands. After the dog park and some Dairy Queen for me and Joe, all three dogs got a bath. No one enjoyed this but it was needed.
Sadie will make a very energetic addition to the family. Hopefully, all warm up to her soon.
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on May 31, 2011]
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on May 31, 2011]
