Thursday, July 2, 2015

Thursday Adoptables: For Pete's sake, throw Harley the BALL already!

Hello! My name is Harley. I am five years old and I live in Kansas with my foster family. Yep, this is the face of an ace. I am ALL aces with my slobber ball, the one I take everywhere with me. The one I will ask you to throw (so I can fetch it) every day, for as much of the day as possible. 

Did I mention every day?

Read on, and come run with this here big dog (twenty-six pounds of big dog) -- if you're up for it!

My previous family had a change in lifestyle, which explains my current situation. My brother went to live with a family member, and Corgi Connection of Kansas took me in. They're no dopes. They know a winner when they see one! (That would be me). 

What else can I tell you? I'm a high energy guy. Very alert and always on the move. Not a real relaxer, if you know what I mean. Lap-dogging? Not so much my style. 

Though I'm not a runner or a car chaser, I am a wanderer. I know basic commands, but I overhear the humans saying it's best if they keep their eye on me. I like to mosey, y'know? Sure, I'm an independent sort, but I'm a good listener too, eager to please. 

In fact, a like a nice ramble more than cuddling. But not more than food. Or treats. Uh, nooooo. A big backyard would be paradise. Imagine all the fetching I could do! All the throwing YOU could do! It's almost dizzying, to think of all that fun, isn't it?

I like attention, but overall would rather have my own space than be right up next to people.

My resident Corgi bud is Sancho. Took about a week for us to become close, but we are tight now and play like old friends.

Alas, I'm not so great with bigger dogs. I've been exposed to three "bigger than me" dogs and didn't much like any of them. Maybe it's their size that gets me instigating dust-ups for my folks to break up. Any other dog my size or smaller is usually fine, so long as they have a pretty "cool" and "neutral" personality. 

So if I do end up living with another dog, I'd rather live with a "chill" one, my size or smaller. I'd probably be OK with being the only dog in your household, so long as I get enough attention. Just because I like my space and independence doesn't mean I won't need you to pay me plenty of notice. 

There are a couple of cats here. They're fine by me. I mean, they're not dogs, but they'll do. 

Haven't had an opportunity to meet any kids yet with this family, so I can't say for sure how that would go. My living arrangements have gone so topsy-turvy in recent times that I'm honestly wary of new things. This is one of those "let's take it slow and see what happens" sort of situations. I can't promise anything … except that you will be playing a LOT of fetch with me. Did I mention that already?

Yeah, I thought so. Just making sure. 

I am protective of that ball and always keep it in sight (or my mouth), even during potty time. Other dogs get my no-nonsense signal if they try to take my ball. No biting, but growling or a snarl keeps 'em in line!

You should know that I sleep in a kennel at night with no complaints. I'm neutered (had no say in THAT one), current on vaccinations, microchipped and on heart worm prevent. I'm pretty much fit as a fiddle. 

My foster mom brags on me. "He's awesome!" she says. "We love Harley and hope there are some good applications out there for this boy, he deserves the world." I think she's pretty awesome herself, truth be told. 

Well folks, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it. Mighty nice to meet you!

If you are interested in adopting me, visit the Corgi Connection site and fill out an application, or e-mail

Corgi Connection will adopt out of state, but they do NOT fly their dogs unless they can go as passengers. Transports are the responsibility of the adopter with CCK approval, and any expenses for transport are the responsibility of the adopter.

Corgi On!

Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Frances, Claire, Charlie and Bella: Living, Loving and Laughing

Hello from the heart of fly-over country! We are Jeff, Heidi and Dan, the Noonan-Days from Iowa. The history of our life with Corgis is a rich and beautiful tapestry woven of dogs, people, horses, humor and love. Plenty of love.    

The Corgi story for Jeff and I began with a Pembroke Welsh Corgi named Vern. We made his acquaintance at a horse show, where he sat in the aisle and stared at us. Jeff offered him a Cheeto, which Vern took with great delicacy before spitting it out. Naturally, we were enchanted! 

The first Corgi we called our own was Frances. Born of a horse show family, she loved horse shows. Mostly for the food. One frightening day she wandered off while we were packing up. A frantic search led us to the food stand, where we found her selling the famous Corgi charm in exchange for French fries, bites of hot dog, or a Skittle. 

At another horse show, with our now four year-old son Dan in tow, I stumbled upon a pen of tri-color Pembrokes with a "For Sale" sign. In my opinion, this is totally unfair: how are you supposed to walk by a pen of Corgi puppies? Within fifteen minutes, I had Claire tucked under one arm, and was writing a check with the other. Jeff knew better than to say a word. 

Time passed. Claire and Frances traveled with us (including our son Dan) to many horse shows. Those were fun years! After Frances died at age 12, I broke my back in a career-ending horse riding injury. All the horses had to be sold, along with 35 years of accumulated stuff. Those were some dark days. I credit my family and Claire with pulling me through. Day after day, while I lay there in a body cast, Claire took up her voluntary post, laying pressed against me, facing the opposite direction so she could stare directly into my eyes. 

When I struggled to fill horseless hours, Claire volunteered as an agility dog, helping with my physical rehabilitation as well. 

The competitive spirit dies hard! We decided to try our hand at dog shows and bought Bella. 

Bella was our breakthrough dog, but we decided the show circuit wasn't the life for her and she became a homebody. 

Now this is the life. 

So we bought Charlie, who DID work out. With big brother Dan.

He went traveling the East Coast with a handler without us. Three weeks in, we met the handler on the road, and forever stopped the breed showing. Comparing dog shows to horse shows is like comparing a pool of pirranahas to Disneyland. In our opinion, Corgis belong at home with their people. So now here we sit ... 

... happy as Corgis lying on newspapers! (Sometimes homework).

Bright-eyed as Corgis with something to say ... 

... and they always have something to say.

Quick as Corgis with something to herd (this whole thing happened in a blur. Literally).

They play, they tolerate our craziness and they are loved. 

Claire is now 12 and arthritic, unable to go for the walkies she loves. I bought her a scooter, which she adores. 

We will never be without a Corgi. When my body pushes me into my own mobility scooter, a CERTAIN in my future, please allow me to misquote the "When I Am Old" poem of the Red Hat Society: "When I am old, I shall buy a purple scooter, and I shall have a red sidecar, which doesn't go and doesn't suit me. In my red sidecar shall sit a Corgi." Maybe I ought to practice a little now? So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised when suddenly I am old and start to ride my purple scooter. 

With a Corgi in the sidecar.

This post first appeared on The Daily Corgi on 8/2/2013.

Tuesday, June 30, 2015

I want YOUR 4th of July #Corgi Photos!

Max and Rosie Corgian

This Friday July 3rd, 2015, I will be running readers' 4th of July-themed Corgi photos on the blog. If you have one you'd like to send, e-mail it to with "JULY 4" in the subject line. 

I need to receive your photo(s) by 9 PM on Thursday, July 2nd, Eastern Time. Don't forget to include the name(s) of the dogs in the photos!

Time for Yankee Doodle Corgis, y'all!