Mama Dog was rescued by my uncle from the side of the road with three puppies. The name Mama Dog stuck. She was loyal and followed me around everywhere. She was also intelligent and could learn whatever goofy agility course I would set up in the backyard despite her football shape.
Gregory was our fifteen dollar rescue from Lied Animal Shelter. He was past his expiration date so his adoption fee was only fifteen dollars. But he came with all his shots, neutered, and microchipped.
They each died of cancer...
Tuxi and Chesi are the corgis. They were rescued from Utah the day after Christmas.
Tuxi is the five year old papered Pembroke Welsh Corgi. His registered name is Shorty's Little Roper. He is a chunky little tricolor snausage of a dog with a block head and fat nose and tongue. He's adorable. But he has his faults... He's also a chicken. Took him months before he would use the dog door. He's afraid of spoons. No matter how many treats you place on a spoon, he will not touch it. Also afraid of rolling suitcases. The worst parts... He passes gas and needs his butt wiped after he goes to the bathroom.
Chesi is our four year old fawn and white Corgi. She may be part fox, it's rumored. She has huge bat ears. She would make a great agility dog demonstrated by the way she leaps and bounds over the couchs. She is a bit rotten when it comes to her dinner though. She hates the food. We switched her from Kibble's N' Bits to Natural Choice and she hates it. She lays beside her food dish with this miserable bored expression. She's also a demon when it comes to coming when called.
But I love them. Now that I have them, I couldn't imagine life without them. It would be boring, that I can guess.
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