He’s five years old and comes with some ingrained habits from his previous home where we are sure he was spoiled rotten…in a good way anyway.
One is that he LOVES to go walking on a leash…wants to follow the sidewalks all over the neighborhood.
Another is he wants to go with us whenever we go anywhere. He is very familiar with riding in a car and will follow us out and hop in.
He is “Shorty” after all.
A couple days back I headed out to pick up a pizza from the local take-and-bake place.
Shorty wanted to come with me.
He wanders out with me but the wife’s car is gone (she wasn’t home yet).
I stick the key in the door of “Big Iron”…my Texan’s requisite big-ass powerful pick-em-up truck, and open the door.
Shorty looks up…and up. Corgi’s are stout but very low-slung. There was no way he was going to make a leap into that truck. Even Corgi’s have to obey the laws of physics.
He looked at me, then at the truck, then back at me with a bemused expression on his face that clearly said, “Dude. Really? Compensating for something are we?”
This…from a short dog. Sigh.
Of course, once he went for a ride he fell in love with it, his looks clearly saying, “Best. Idea. Ever!”
Daniel Meyer (head Shorty chauffeur and lift engine)