My little corgi girl, many many years ago, was out for a potty break, when her little ears were still floppy. So she was a tiny little thing indeed.
Up the road comes a bruiser of a dog, a big pittie. Now, I knew him, we were buddies. So he sees me, comes trotting up at speed, and this little ball of fur with satellite dishes flopping on its head just jumps in between us, a growl like a toy chainsaw coming out of her.
She would have been one bite if he had been looking for a snack.
But she didn’t waver at all. He sat down, all confused, and I made the introduction. They made friends, and it was all good.
She almost made it to sixteen years old. Right up to her last day, either of us would have done the same thing for each other. It’s creeping on a year since her last day, and I still miss her every one that goes by.
My little corgi girl, many many years ago, was out for a potty break, when her little ears were still floppy. So she was a tiny little thing indeed.
Up the road comes a bruiser of a dog, a big pittie. Now, I knew him, we were buddies. So he sees me, comes trotting up at speed, and this little ball of fur with satellite dishes flopping on its head just jumps in between us, a growl like a toy chainsaw coming out of her.
She would have been one bite if he had been looking for a snack.
But she didn’t waver at all. He sat down, all confused, and I made the introduction. They made friends, and it was all good.
She almost made it to sixteen years old. Right up to her last day, either of us would have done the same thing for each other. It’s creeping on a year since her last day, and I still miss her every one that goes by.
Just wanted to share that memory again.