Beach day (February). Not as crowded as the one in April. See any familiar corgis?
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gatsbyadventures:
In my defense, she really was — and is still — doing well! It’s just that…well, she’s not as “mellow” and “gentle” and “sweet” as the breeder said she is. And in the breeder’s defense, compared to the other available female corgi that was being offered to us, Jean Louise really was mellow, gentle and sweet.
But as soon as we brought her home, she decided to show her true colors. I bet it was her [evil] plan all along: appear all nice and sweet and lady-like so that the two fools [read: us] coming to take her home will want her instead of the other girl corgi. Then, when she’s sure that it’s too late to make a swap, she will show her true self — a little corgi monster.
Don’t get me wrong; we love her. She’s hilarious, feisty, sassy, and extremely ballsy (even though she’s a girl). She’s outgoing, fearless, and loooooves people (Gatsby is more of the wallflower type). She’s definitely a lot of fun. BUT I could really do without the constant abuse from her sharp puppy teeth (No, Scout. Mama’s hand and/or foot is not a chew toy. And neither is Gatsby’s limbs.) or the fact that she literally tries to pull my hair out every time I pick her up or hold her. AND I could really do without the “Oh, look Mom! I’m going potty outside. All of it! I’m emptying the tank.” BUT THEN we walk inside the house and she decides to let out tiny puddles of pee EVERYWHERE.
Ugh, she’s a pain. A beautiful, wonderful, fuzzy and soft pain in the ass.
So yes, sign me for the support group please.
I am almost in tears. I thought this was just Emma and I. Story Time!
I had to cut off my hair when I got Emma. It was long too, like the longest it I had ever had it. Then, this dog keep trying to pull at my hair. Especially, and this is my fault because she was not crated at night, if I was saying sleeping on a Saturday morning and did not wake up for her to potty. She pulled my hair. Hell, she bite my lip one morning!!! I went into work looking like I was in a bar fight…
And yes, my arms were her personal chew bones. I still have some puppy teeth scars. When I tan in the Summer, you can really tell where they were….
As far as peeing, Emma was a passive aggressive pee machine. If I left her in my room, she peed on my blankets. All the time. Once she tried to pee on my Macbook and I almost went into a rage on her. I have a picture of her moping somewhere, after I yelled at her..
Fuckin’ Corgis (Em). I love her so much, but god dammit it she wasn’t a pain in the ass as a puppy. Well, still is but she has calmed down a bit. So, you do have that in store for you. About, 1 I noticed some maturity happening and now at 2 - she’s actually enjoying pets. She sleeps next to me again (she stopped this for a LONG time), and over countless training classes - I think she’s finally realized we are stuck together and is making the best of it. Communication has definitely improved, and she listens a higher percentage of time.
I will warn you though..the teenage years made me cry. Kayley can attest to this. I think I about lost my mind for a little while, and had puppy remorse. It WILL get better though!!
Just think of her as a little lioness, because that’s what they are..little, demonlike lions.
This reminds me of my first encounter with a corgi. A 6 month of hammy corgi puppy named Logan.
It was getting towards the end of freshman year and everyone in my dorm was preparing for finals. A friend of mine told me her parents were visiting for the weekend and her puppy was making the trip with them. We were shown pictures of the little ham throughout the year and I couldn’t wait to see the little monster. One nnight a group of us went to go see the puppy at our summer apartment. The 6 or 7 of us sat in a circle while Logan randomly selected a person to greet and play with. He was playful and sweet to everyone until finally, it was my turn. ATTACK! Logan came charging towards me. He jumped up and bit my hair, face, arms, legs, sides, feet, EARS, and even went for my crotch. This little guy was on a mission to kill me and ONLY ME. WHY?? WHY ME??? This whole process repeated itself for a good 30 minutes; he would be nice to everyone else in the circle and then tried to kill me. About the 5th time around I had enough and decided to run away. Terrible mistake. I had no idea corgis were herding dogs. I ran around the living room while yelling, “GET THIS GIANT HAMSTER AWAY FROM MEE!!!” In the meantime, Logan was probably having the time of his life chasing someone 10x his size. Of course my friends did absolutely nothing but laugh hysterically while I was running for my life. There was a brief moment where I thought I was going to die or be seriously injured by the cutest dog in the world. He was going to snap my ankles with his puppy teeth and then slowly chip away at my body and head. In retrospect, this wouldd have been a good way to go. After a good 5 minutes of endless running I finally discovered an elevated area where I awkwardly perched myself on. Both mind and body bruised but SAFE AT LAST. That is where I spent the rest of the night until I got tired and decided to go back to the dorms with my tail between my legs.
The next morning I heard someone open my door, something plopped down on my bed, and the door closed. I rubbed my eyes trying to clear my vision and looked up. My heart skipped a beat. GIANT HAMSTER IS BACK. DEATH BY CORGI. WILL MY ROOMMATE GET STRAIGHT A’S FOR THIS? But something wasn’t quite right. This wasn’t the same malicious beast from last night. Logan just lay there on my bed staring at me. So I cautiously scooted towards his direction while maintaining eye contact. That’s when he turned on his back, which gave me the okay signal to move in and give belly rubs.
This experience sparked my obsession with corgis and four years later we brought Trinket home!](http://25.media.tumblr.com/70c050a27ce434de6e77713433a09256/tumblr_mn7h31C0HI1rfwrijo1_500.jpg)
In my defense, she really was — and is still — doing well! It’s just that…well, she’s not as “mellow” and “gentle” and “sweet” as the breeder said she is. And in the breeder’s defense, compared to the other available female corgi that was being offered to us, Jean Louise really was mellow, gentle and sweet.
But as soon as we brought her home, she decided to show her true colors. I bet it was her [evil] plan all along: appear all nice and sweet and lady-like so that the two fools [read: us] coming to take her home will want her instead of the other girl corgi. Then, when she’s sure that it’s too late to make a swap, she will show her true self — a little corgi monster.
Don’t get me wrong; we love her. She’s hilarious, feisty, sassy, and extremely ballsy (even though she’s a girl). She’s outgoing, fearless, and loooooves people (Gatsby is more of the wallflower type). She’s definitely a lot of fun. BUT I could really do without the constant abuse from her sharp puppy teeth (No, Scout. Mama’s hand and/or foot is not a chew toy. And neither is Gatsby’s limbs.) or the fact that she literally tries to pull my hair out every time I pick her up or hold her. AND I could really do without the “Oh, look Mom! I’m going potty outside. All of it! I’m emptying the tank.” BUT THEN we walk inside the house and she decides to let out tiny puddles of pee EVERYWHERE.
Ugh, she’s a pain. A beautiful, wonderful, fuzzy and soft pain in the ass.
So yes, sign me for the support group please.
I am almost in tears. I thought this was just Emma and I. Story Time!
I had to cut off my hair when I got Emma. It was long too, like the longest it I had ever had it. Then, this dog keep trying to pull at my hair. Especially, and this is my fault because she was not crated at night, if I was saying sleeping on a Saturday morning and did not wake up for her to potty. She pulled my hair. Hell, she bite my lip one morning!!! I went into work looking like I was in a bar fight…
And yes, my arms were her personal chew bones. I still have some puppy teeth scars. When I tan in the Summer, you can really tell where they were….
As far as peeing, Emma was a passive aggressive pee machine. If I left her in my room, she peed on my blankets. All the time. Once she tried to pee on my Macbook and I almost went into a rage on her. I have a picture of her moping somewhere, after I yelled at her..
Fuckin’ Corgis (Em). I love her so much, but god dammit it she wasn’t a pain in the ass as a puppy. Well, still is but she has calmed down a bit. So, you do have that in store for you. About, 1 I noticed some maturity happening and now at 2 - she’s actually enjoying pets. She sleeps next to me again (she stopped this for a LONG time), and over countless training classes - I think she’s finally realized we are stuck together and is making the best of it. Communication has definitely improved, and she listens a higher percentage of time.
I will warn you though..the teenage years made me cry. Kayley can attest to this. I think I about lost my mind for a little while, and had puppy remorse. It WILL get better though!!
Just think of her as a little lioness, because that’s what they are..little, demonlike lions.
This reminds me of my first encounter with a corgi. A 6 month of hammy corgi puppy named Logan.
It was getting towards the end of freshman year and everyone in my dorm was preparing for finals. A friend of mine told me her parents were visiting for the weekend and her puppy was making the trip with them. We were shown pictures of the little ham throughout the year and I couldn’t wait to see the little monster. One nnight a group of us went to go see the puppy at our summer apartment. The 6 or 7 of us sat in a circle while Logan randomly selected a person to greet and play with. He was playful and sweet to everyone until finally, it was my turn. ATTACK! Logan came charging towards me. He jumped up and bit my hair, face, arms, legs, sides, feet, EARS, and even went for my crotch. This little guy was on a mission to kill me and ONLY ME. WHY?? WHY ME??? This whole process repeated itself for a good 30 minutes; he would be nice to everyone else in the circle and then tried to kill me. About the 5th time around I had enough and decided to run away. Terrible mistake. I had no idea corgis were herding dogs. I ran around the living room while yelling, “GET THIS GIANT HAMSTER AWAY FROM MEE!!!” In the meantime, Logan was probably having the time of his life chasing someone 10x his size. Of course my friends did absolutely nothing but laugh hysterically while I was running for my life. There was a brief moment where I thought I was going to die or be seriously injured by the cutest dog in the world. He was going to snap my ankles with his puppy teeth and then slowly chip away at my body and head. In retrospect, this wouldd have been a good way to go. After a good 5 minutes of endless running I finally discovered an elevated area where I awkwardly perched myself on. Both mind and body bruised but SAFE AT LAST. That is where I spent the rest of the night until I got tired and decided to go back to the dorms with my tail between my legs.
The next morning I heard someone open my door, something plopped down on my bed, and the door closed. I rubbed my eyes trying to clear my vision and looked up. My heart skipped a beat. GIANT HAMSTER IS BACK. DEATH BY CORGI. WILL MY ROOMMATE GET STRAIGHT A’S FOR THIS? But something wasn’t quite right. This wasn’t the same malicious beast from last night. Logan just lay there on my bed staring at me. So I cautiously scooted towards his direction while maintaining eye contact. That’s when he turned on his back, which gave me the okay signal to move in and give belly rubs.
This experience sparked my obsession with corgis and four years later we brought Trinket home!
Agility
Today’s agility class was amazing! It was an all corgi class consisting of Trinket and Loki (a tricolor puppy). Our instructor decided to join us with her puppy, Scamp, so it was just the three of us for an hour. We had plenty of time to tackle each obstacle at least three times and try some new ones including the teeter, jumps, and collapsed tunnel. The teeter easily took the crown of most difficult obstacle over the weave poles. It makes me nervous thinking about Trinket running up the teeter, then waiting at the tipping point, and running down. Will she be able to do it without the guidance of a human? Uhh.
Anyway, both Loki and Trinket proudly represented Corgi Nation today by nailing each and every obstacle. Our instructor was so impressed that she bumped us up to Agility 2! Hurray!
No pressure Gatsby. We’re coming for you Emma. Just kidding…
