A blog primarily about the corgis in my life.

I had always wanted to do a blog about my dogs, the way they have impacted me, and remember all the cute memories I have of them. Sometimes the blog will be in their view.  Unfortunately it took the death of one of them to motivate me to start it up. I had wrote the history of my pets back in 2007, I found it recently when I was searching my inbox for a birthdate of Ein after her passing.

History of my pets:

Well I guess my mom always had a soft spot for animals, so we had a lot of pets come into our lives. As far as I can remember, I think our first dog was a poodle. This is probably the reason why I don’t like poodles, and I don’t remember most of it because I was really young, probably under 2 years old. All I know of it was from pictures; there was one where it was viciously attacking me for an orange. (Ok…it wasn’t viciously attacking me, but I’m pretty sure at that age and height level with a poodle, you think a tiger was after your orange.) Then there was another one where it was maliciously taunting me with a look from an arm chair. I guess my parents think it’s funny to immortalize my suffering with the poodle through these pictures.

Don't be fooled, he's trying to steal my french fry. 

Then we got a cat, which was what I really wanted as a little girl. My sister’s friend at the time, which lived down the road from us, had kittens. So I begged my dad if we could get a kitten, and even though he disliked them, he allowed my sister and me to have a kitten. It was a pretty kitten, white with hints on red near the face. However, my dad and the cat had a disagreement on where to use the bathroom, and so a few days later, my evil, non pet loving dad sent the cat back. :( Years later, I found out that I was actually allergic to cats, and I guess that’s why I named that cat Vickie – after seeing so much Vics Menthol Tablets laying around for my congestion. :P

We then got a big, grey sheep dog, I think this one was given to us. His name was Harry and he was very energetic. Eventually, my dad got rid of him because he didn’t like how Harry would jump on us (I guess for our safety) and tore up the back yard.

We then took in a stray dog that we found wandering in our alley. He was pretty huge, mix Doberman of some sort. He was nice to us for a few days but then got really territorial. We weren’t allowed in the backyard because he got aggressive at anyone approaching him. My mom had to throw his dinner out there. Eventually, we called animal control because he was too mean to try and take care of.

Then one day, my mom picked my brother and me up from school. In the back seat was a little brown pekingnese mix that had eye problems. Someone from work couldn’t afford to take care of him and so gave him to my mom. I think my mom just wanted a small dog for easier maintenance, and my brother and I grew attached to him pretty quick. He was the first dog to ever stay with us until the end. He had temper issues, and of course my dad was not fond of him because of that. He also was pretty mean if you went near his dinner when he was eating and snapped at you. He wasn’t the friendliest dog, but he was the most well behaved out of the ones we had to deal with.

Dayam Brownie, you look so cool! You even signed this picture!

This is the well-behaved out of all the dogs...

Eventually, my mom wanted another dog, so we got I think was a Shih-tzu mix. He was pretty cute, but had a long tongue. It would curl in and out when he was panting, which was all the time. I don’t know why we didn’t keep him, I guess my parents didn’t like his panting and my aunt thought it was really cute, so she took him in.

We then got a white American Eskimo, took her in from a friend who could not control her flea and tick problem. She was really beautiful, and trained to sit and stop. Pretty different from our wild dogs we encountered. She was too big to let her live as an inside dog because of all the shedding. I really liked her, and she was strong! I was surprised that she could pull us around on a leash when she was really excited.  I think even my dad liked her because she was clever. Eventually, her staying outside was too much for her, and we felt bad for her. So we gave her away to another family that took real good care of her. I remember I visited that home years later and found her pretty big for her body type and happy.

Then, close to my junior year in highschool, my mom fell in love with Pomeranians because her friends had them. So we got Cody, the red Pomeranian. He was really cute and really small. Had a very nice temperament, took care of Brownie (the pekingnese) and never barked wildy or bite. He was kinda slow though, so of course my dad didn’t like him.

My mom wanted a white one next, so while I was in college, we got a “white Pomeranian.” I think my mom was lied to, but she believed it and bought it. I think he was a mini American Eskimo. His bone structure was definitely bigger and heavier set than Cody (the red Pomeranian). His face look like a bear, and Cody was more fox like.

Cody and Tofu (white Pomeranian) didn’t get along, and having Brownie too was quite a mess. They all had dominance issues (my parents really wanted male dogs…..I guess cause they just wanted to have boys instead of girls *cry*) and it was a headache separating them and making sure they wouldn’t fight over treats. My mom was the only one to control them from fighting. Cody, though so abused, would always defend Brownie from Tofu with his small little body. So I grew to like Cody because of his small bravery.

Brownie then passed away, and it was really hard for my brother and me to deal with (we were pretty old and he was the first dog to really be in the family for so long.) Since I was never around Cody and Tofu, I wasn’t really attached to them, and I didn’t like how they were always fighting. My sister (which I don’t know why because she is not a dog person at all) got a dog, and of course would drop them at our house for dog sitting, would always get bullied by Tofu and defended by Cody. She was never home to take care of a dog and I think she just got one because it was trendy or something. She went through at least 4 dogs before eventually her fiance said no more. (We of course said no, but she wouldn’t listen to us.)

While in college, I was really hoping I could get a dog after I graduate. One that is smart, clever, friendly, and not a toy breed. I was pretty burnt out on the toy breeds (small bladders and brains), and seeing the history I wrote above, I just wanted a friendly dog. I didn’t want a dog the size of a Labrador though, I think that’s too much dog for me to manage seeing that we only took care of toy breeds.

So one day, I was watching a show called Cowboy Bebop, introduced to me by my current boyfriend Wedge (who is now my husband.) They had a Pembroke Welsh Corgi as a one of the main characters. I never knew of such a breed and it looked pretty interesting. So I googled the dog, and found out it was a real breed. I read some more on Corgis and to me, it felt like a perfect fit of what I wanted in a dog.

Wedge said that after I graduate, he would look into buying me a dog as a graduation gift. Yes I know, dogs are bad gifts, blah blah, but I knew what was to come for owning a dog and really wanted to own one. I had planned a bunch of things that I wanted my dog to be like so it’s less hassle for me:

1. Friendly
2. Not a boy
3. Eats only dog food (Brownie ate rice and whatever until his senior years, then switched to Iams because of Cody and Tofu)
4. Cuddler

I kept reading and researching about Pembroke Welsh Corgis, eventually I started trying to track down breeders around November (one month until my graduation). I was not a fan of the pet give away (which my parents always did) and pretty tired of dealing with ill-tempered dogs. So I wanted a puppy to start out fresh and new on the temperament, and I wanted to make sure it was from a breeder, and not a flea market or pet store.

Eventually, I tracked down a few breeders who were still breeding corgis (apparently the site I went to is pretty outdated.) and we set up meetings for the dogs. Apparently Corgis are pretty popular, so people who had puppies listed or said they did, had them gone the next day or only males left.(I really did not want another male dog because of dominance issues and leg humpings – Brownie was notorious for that.) Finally, through what seemed like a million referrels, we tracked a breeder with two female red and white corgis in Greenville, Tx. The breeder said she would meet us halfway in Denton, TX. I felt it was a rare chance so I asked Wedge to take me. He said I had to look at them and realize its only November, and there are probably other puppies out there that I need to look at. He also said that I should not demand to buy the puppy the minute I see it unless I’m sure that this is the dog I want for the rest of my life, and it’s a huge commitment.

So….with that….I will continue with the history of Ein. :)

"No one is as cute as me" Ein September 2002