Corgi lover

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You made it to the end of the work week. Yay you! 🐾 Got any plans?! Whatever you do, take a moment for yourself and enjoy it. Never forget about self care. Sending lots of corgi love your way ❤️

Scotty running for his life

When I adopted her, I thought I was bringing home a loyal, disciplined little Shiba Inu .
What I actually got?
A clingy, Oscar-worthy drama queen wrapped in fur — convinced she’s starring in an emotional one-woman show… and I’m just the exhausted audience trapped in the front row.
🚽 Bathroom trips?
She follows me in like we’re war-crossed lovers parting at the train station. Full eye contact. Soul-piercing. It’s giving French film finale, 1957.
🍳 In the kitchen?
She’s two inches from my heels, judging my every spice like a four-legged Gordon Ramsay mid-breakdown.
🚪 Taking out the trash?
She stands in the doorway, glassy-eyed, whispering with every glance:
“Promise me you’ll come back…”
And she doesn’t sit.
She performs.
One leg crossed, chin tilted, full 1950s Chanel glamour — like she’s being photographed by Annie Leibovitz for Vogue: Canine Edition.
✨ Ignore her for 5 seconds?
She lets out a sigh so dramatic, I check the ceiling for boom mics.
🥣 Skipped dinner once because her food bowl wasn’t aligned with… I don’t know… her aura.
And the zoomies?
Oh, the zoomies.
One minor inconvenience — a breeze, a leaf, an intrusive thought — and she’s blasting through the house like she’s being chased by regrets and unpaid taxes.
So far, she has:
✅ Licked every window like she’s blessing the house
✅ Cracked the code on how to open the fridge
✅ Stolen a banana, peeled it herself, and left the peel on my pillow like a warning from the Fruit Mafia 🍌💀
I bought every “indestructible” toy money could buy.
She didn’t chew them — she excavated them.
Like she’s searching for the ancient secrets buried deep within the soul of every plushie.
Then I heard whispers…
Rumors…
Legends…
Of a mythical, stuffing-free octopus toy from >> https://tinyheartwags.com/products/eco-friend-octopus-plush-2
Sleep-deprived and desperate, I caved.
Now?
She carries it like a war buddy.
🐙 Tosses it. Wrestles it.
Sometimes just gently rests her chin on it like they’ve both seen things they can never unsee.
It’s still intact.
Which is more than I can say for:
👟 My sneakers
📺 My TV remote
🧠 And the last shreds of my mental health.

Our Corgi of the day. Meet Mayce. Beautiful Tri Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Check her out on our website.

Our Corgi of the day. Meet Mayce. Beautiful Tri Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Check her out on our website.

Our Corgi of the day. Meet Mayce. Beautiful Tri Pembroke Welsh Corgi.

There is nothing quite like a first love, and nothing quite like the heartbreak that comes with it.

Graffiti is the first dog Poppa has ever loved, the first little soul who followed him from room to room, slept beside him, learned his routines, and quietly became part of who he is. Watching someone you love experience this for the very first time, the worry, the uncertainty, the feeling of not being able to fix him, is something life never quite prepares you for.

People often ask, “Why does this happen?”

I do not know if there is an answer that ever feels fair. Some of the gentlest, most loving beings come into our lives for what feels like far too short a time, yet somehow manage to leave the deepest imprint. They teach us how to care more openly, how to slow down, how to notice the quiet everyday moments we might once have rushed past, how to be present in ways we did not always understand before.

What I do know is this. Graffiti is loved in a way every dog deserves to be loved. Held close. Looked at like he is the most important thing in the room. Reminded every single day that he is not facing any of this alone.

Maybe that is the only part we can control, loving them so fully that even in the hardest chapters, they still feel safe, still feel chosen, still feel home.