Why I love Corgis
I’ve been obsessed with corgis since I was a surly teen. I don’t remember the first corgi I saw, but over time I just became aware of them and the obsession grew. I followed the now defunct CuteOverload blog and they made frequent occurrences there because they’re so darned cute. Then with the advent of facebook I joined a series of groups so I could stalk from afar. Whenever I saw a corgi in the wild, I would frequently squeal and clasp my hands to my chest. It’s sheer dumb luck that I never caused an accident as I did this while riding shotgun in a car. Corgis in my area are still somewhat rare dogs and even more so ten years ago. I was an adult the first time I got to meet one in real life, but surprisingly I don’t remember the experience. Perhaps my overwhelmed memory short circuited due to the cute. It wouldn’t be until I was in my 30’s that I finally was able to bring Sir Watson home with me.
There’s something about a corgi that makes them a breed of dog that’s cute throughout their lifetime. Virtually all puppies are squeal-worthy adorable, but the same cannot be said for every dog breed out there. Corgis with their oversized ears and stubby legs give them the appearance of retaining puppyhood into their senior years. They’re somewhat of an anomaly in that they’re a herding breed that’s not extremely neurotic and high energy, (looking at you border collies). Sure, every dog is different and some dogs of the same breed can have highly different energy levels, but in my experience corgis tend to have short bursts of energy and then settle down to nap the rest of the day. Even as a puppy, Watson would zoom around my office and them sploot himself down to recharge. As an adult dog, if he didn’t follow me around from room to room to gaze adoringly at me, he would sleep probably 75% of the day.
Corgis have been known to be particularly stubborn dogs, Watson definitely is. However, they have an achilles heel: food. To say a corgi is “food driven” is the understatement of the year. If I have a treat in my hand, Watson is putty in my hands. Given how much they love food, (another reason why I love them; like girl, SAME), they tend to be overweight which I can empathize with. We’ll talk more in upcoming blogs about the health issues corgis can face but obesity is a huge one. I don’t hate on overweight corgis though or owner shame when I see a thicc corgi boi or gurl. I totally get how hard it is. Also with corgis, if someone isn’t really familiar with the breed they might not understand how much of their fluff is fur and not chub. Fluffy corgis especially get called out by the sanctimonious crowd for being fat when it’s literally just their fur.
Watson is just a good boy. There’s really no other way to put it. He is a bit of a “fun police” and precedes to yell at us if we are clearly having too much fun. He’s picky about who he snuggles with and when. He rarely cuddles with our toddler but I don’t blame him, the toddler is extremely squirrelly. Watson, while being disapproving of my shenanigans most of the time, when he gets comfortable and sploots on his back, stubby legs pointing to the front and back, I can’t handle the cute. Perhaps the biggest reason I love corigs is because of how freaking silly they are. He frequently gets the funniest looks on his face, the kind of looks that make him seem like he’s on the verge of speaking. Probably to facepalm at the ridiculous song I just made up about how freaking cute he is. Every day I find myself gazing adoringly back at him, utterly stoked that I get to share my life with him. That's why I wear my "I <3 My Corgi" shirt with pride.