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As of March 1, 2008, there's a new corgi in the house!  His name is Bob, and he's a little less than eight years old.  He comes to us by way of the Second Chance Rescue Farm corgi rescue group.  We had decided it was time to get serious about getting a friend for Zoe, and we decided we wanted another Pembroke.  But with all the dogs out there in shelters, we knew what we really wanted was a rescued corgi.  In mid-February Stuart came across a link on a website referring to a local contact for corgi rescue.  No longer in the rescue business, this lady forwarded Stuart's email to Marianne (in Santa Fe, NM) and Meagan (in Texas) who, together with various foster families, make up
Second Chance Rescue Farm.  As luck would have it, they were having an adoption event in Santa Fe on March 1st and via email encouraged us to fill out their online application.  We did, and Meagan called us that night.  We arranged for a home visit by Debbie and Wade, Albuquerque-area residents who foster rescued corgis for the group.  They came and met us and Zoe, and after our interview, we were approved to receive one of the available dogs!  March 1st rolled around and we trekked up to Santa Fe on a beautiful spring day (I'm glad the meet-and-greet was on the 1st, because on the 2nd the weather turned to crap and it snowed!).  This was our first long-ish car trip with Zoe, and she settled into it after initially complaining.  Meagan and Marianne had some wonderful corgis, mostly boys who had come out of puppy mill operations.  We selected Bob (or he selected us) partly because of his age - we thought an eight year old dog would settle into the calm routine of our household.  As we should have remembered, eight year old corgis think they are still puppies when it comes to play time!  More on that in a minute.  Bob was actually an owner-surrender, not a puppy mill dog.  He'd been Bob his whole life, and we see no reason to change his name.  In fact, we always joked about having an AKC registered dog with a crazy name like Sir Percival Reginald Winston Abercrombie Extraordinary Poops-A-Lot, and calling him Bob, so we thought Bob would fit right in.  After the drive back to Albuquerque, we started settling into a new routine.  We took Bob to meet the vet on March 4 and other than being a bit overweight, Bob got a clean bill of health (Meagan had gotten all of Bob's shots up to date, and he got some excellent dental care, while she was fostering him in Texas).  Good news, in the first week he's already lost a pound!  Okay, I think I've talked way too much (I have a tendency to do that), and I know you want more pictures.  Let's get to the good stuff!

                             
Bob is a fluffy - not a full fluffy, but nearly so.  Compare him to some of the pictures of Gozer to see what I mean (she wasn't coarse, but she wasn't a fluffy).  His fur is about as soft as can be.

He's got more white around his shoulders than most sable corgis, plus he has a really cool white stripe on his right rear flank (come to think of it, sometimes he behaves like Stripe the Gremlin).  All the white comes in handy - he sleeps on the floor by my side of the bed, and even with the lights off I can usually see where he's moved to if I get up during the night.
         
This position is called a "splat" or a "frog," depending on who you talk to.  One of the things I love about corgis is that they lie like this.  Gozer actually almost never did a splat; she preferred the half-splat, with only one paw sticking back - usually her right.
         
It's hard to get candid or action pictures of Bob.  Whenever we pull out the camera he stops whatever he's doing to check out the camera.  If you're sitting down, he gets right in your face.  At least you can see how good his teeth are.
         
Of course, this story is about Zoe, too.  She has a lot to get used to with Bob around.  She doesn't dawdle over her food anymore, and her afternoon naps are always getting interrupted now.  She and Bob are trying to figure out how to play together.  And no, I wasn't beating her in the picture on the right.

I caught her trying to buy new dog toys on the Internet.
         
Bob met Ian for the first time March 8th.  Zoe was even more thrilled than usual to see him, as he brought a sense of normalcy back to her life.  When he sat in the easy chair, she jumped in his lap as usual, but when it came time for him to get up, she wouldn't let him.  Ian is still Zoe's boy.
                   
Bob has been playing with Zoe's Airdog ring, much to her consternation.  Pat bought a braided pull toy she thought both dogs would like, but it gets more use by Zoe when she is channeling Heidi.
                                       
Bob's main toy right now is a plush squeaky chew man Pat bought just for him.
         
We gave Zoe this plush toy quite a while ago, but wouldn't let her play with it because she would just rip holes in it.  We even sewed it up a couple of times.  When Bob got his chew man, Zoe looked so sad we gave her the plush back.  She was so overjoyed she immediately started to disembowel it.
         
We discovered that Bob likes to chase lights and reflections.  Out came the laser pointer!  Problem is, you might say he's obsessed with the red dot.  He'll race through the house chasing the dot until he has to stop and rest.  But as soon as he catches his second wind, he's ready to go again.  He's also rarin' to go as soon as we get up in the morning.  And when we're ready to go to bed.  And when we're trying to relax after dinner.  Remember what I said about an eight year old corgi with puppy on the brain?  That's Bob.  But if you start petting him, he'll sit on your feet, then curl up and sleep.  Bob's pretty cool.

Our sincere thanks go out to Meagan, Marianne, Debbie, Wade, and everyone else at
Second Chance Rescue Farm.  Please check them out.  Before too long they will hopefully be posting available dogs on Petfinder.com.


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