Phoebe raced through agility tunnel,
We have two Pembroke Welsh Corgis. One of them is Phoebe, of blogger fame —she usually writes her own blog. Today I am writing about her. Phoebe, now 3 1/2, is a beautiful, complex, Corgi who is the Jedi master to our other Corgi, Abby. Phoebe is incredibly calm, steady, excellent with dogs and people, barks little, and appears low key. Dianne says she has been here before.
All that changes the minute she gets near an agility ring. She barks continuously and excitedly at every other dog she sees running through the ability course and cannot wait her turn. In the ring, she tears through the obstacles, races through the tunnel, up over the A-frame, etc. and sails over and clears the jumps. It's hard to keep up with her. She's a natural at agility and her herding dog, run, chase and work ethic comes out there.
At home, however, she conserves energy, according to her. (We think it's more that she's a couch potato). Beneath the laid back exterior however, is a laser focus on food. While dinner is being fixed, she will be right at your feet, hoping that a stray piece of broccoli or other morsel might accidentally-on-purpose be dropped on the floor. As a matter of fact, she will remind you, by staring, mildly whining, and sitting in front of you, at 5:30, that you really should be starting dinner. Always pushing, always focused on her agenda, again some herding dog traits.
Phoebe is a sweetheart and affectionately greets us in the morning with talking (sounds like Chewbacca), licking our hands and just loving getting her chest scratched. She is rather independent the rest of the day, and does not always seek to be right next to us. However, she is always watching us. She has this aura, a sense that she carries the collective Corgi wisdom of the ages with her. Perhaps she has been here before.
On the other hand, our other Corgi, Abby, 1 1/2 years old and a Corgi Jedi-in-training, well, that's another story.