My Welsh Corgis

If you have grown up in a home where dogs are part of your family, you want them in your life as an adult. I fought to have a dog, even though my allergies to dust, ragweed, and animals with hair kept my mother battling with me for many years before giving in. For the past thirty years or more, I’ve had Welsh Corgis.

My dogs, Merri and Rhonda, are a mother-daughter pair. They are both beautiful dogs, red and whites, with personalities that match their spirit.  Always on the go, the Corgis team to greet guests rather enthusiastically, barking until the “new” people have been seated. Merri often runs to get a toy. She thinks everyone must engage in play with her, usually a game of tug-of-war.  Merri plays to keep a human interested in continuing her game. Rhonda plays to win!

The two of them are meet-and-greeters, and I cannot think of a better way to come home each day. There they are, waiting at the door for me because they’ve been curled up in the entranceway since the time I walked out the front door.  They do the same for my husband Ralph, coming into the den or kitchen occasionally to check up on me – then back to their post.

When either of us enter, there are cries of joy and much bouncing up and down. For Ralph, Merri runs to get a toy. If Ralph does not immediately grab onto the toy and tug, Merri looks around to find another one. Perhaps her human will be interested in that one!  I never feel lonely with my dogs in the house to keep me company.  They both love to cuddle, and Merri loves particularly to flip herself over so I can tickle her tummy. What a life!