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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
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
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
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