Adventures of "CoRg-ZiLLa"...a short story (of nonsense).

This week I'm going to jump on the bandwagon and join in on Angela's meme.
We call Jake, our male corgi, who will be eleven next March, "the normal one."
He's laid back, has good manners, is active, doesn't bark, and is even tempered. He's a coward, but he's lovable.

Then....there's Addie. Addie was two when she came to us, and she was packing lots of baggage. Both in mind, and on her hips. She was pushing forty pounds, and was a snarling hunk of corgi. She grew up in horse stalls, and didn't socialize much. Her world opened up a great deal after coming to us. She became a traveling dog in the corgidoghouse on wheels, and met many folks and their pups in campgrounds. She's mellowed a great deal, in the six and a half years we've had her...however, she's still a snarly, bossy, demanding, barky female with attitude. At least she's down to thirty pounds now, but I digress...




When we visit our animal friends on our country road runs, she becomes the dreaded CoRg-Zilla. In five seconds, she can empty several fields full of bleating sheep. With one high pitched bark and a pop up stunt like a jack in the box, she can set off a crowd of woolly four legged creatures into a unit of fleeting fluff. It's incredible to watch. Sheep mentality amazes me! One yip, and ZoOm...they're gone!

She was SO proud of herself, and seemed to say, "OK Mom, my work is done here, let's move it along!"
She looks so sweet, doesn't she? Underneath that corgi fuzz is an alpha monster.
She's all bluff, and now, we realize it. We both thought that we had made a huge mistake the night we brought her home. Luckily, she's our little girl...but a mouthy one.