When Linda read me her posts on Bud and Misty, a lot of old memories returned and I thought I’d share some of them with you. I remember trying to take Buddy with me when I was driving my eighteen wheeler, but he couldn’t stay still. I was in an old cab-over then, and he would be bouncing from the passenger seat to the doghouse (cover over the engine between the seats) onto the dash, back to the sleeper, back to the dash, under my feet… so it didn’t work out well, and I couldn’t keep taking him.
He was a very smart dog. I remember one time he was running across the front yard and cut his foot quite badly, and the first thing he did was run over to us to have us fix it for him. It bled a LOT for a long time, but he was very good and let us wrap it and hold it quite tightly while driving him to the vet (since we couldn’t get it to stop bleeding and it was in a place we couldn’t stitch.
Concerning the picture of Bud in front of the fan (this one is slightly different), I once emailed it to Dan, a local DJ on KAXL, our local Christian Radio station. I put the title of “Chilling in McKittrick, and listening to Dan on the radio.” We got a reply back that Dan hadn’t known that he had a “fan” club in McKittrick, so we appointed Bud as the president of his fan club and he (Bud) would email Dan occasionally which he always got a kick out of.
As for my Misty, she and I got to travel quite a bit of the country together. She would either lay quietly in the sleeper, or sit or lay quietly on my left leg. I no longer drive the big rigs, but that spot on my leg is where BG rides now. We (Misty and I) probably put in over 100,000 miles that way.
Once, on my day off, before OC was born, we went up to the mountains where my son was working on a Ranch and spent the day with him. We drove around, checking the cattle. We had to use quads to check one large pasture. Misty rode on the gas tank for a while and then she jumped off and ran along beside me for quite a while. She was a really fast girl and really seemed to love that day!
I wish I could explain how, later on, after OC was old enough to go, that the four of us (Mist, Me, Linda and OC) would fit into that small sleeper in my Big Rig at night, but we did it! I know that Mist really loved to go on road trips. I want to thank you for allowing me to share some of these good memories with you as I don’t blog or do much with the computer. CMB
Hi everyone! It is nice to have a blog where I can share a few things instead of the corgis just taking over… as if they don’t anyway!
We got our first corgi, Buddy, in 1994. My husband, had a husky/shepherd mix for 13 years and they were inseparable. When she passed, he said he would never get another dog unless God gave him a Welsh corgi because: 1. He had seen a “Wonderful World of Disney” movie called “Little Dog Lost” about a corgi when he was a kid AND 2. He didn’t think that would ever happen as we’d never even seen a real one in this area.
A few months later, we had gone to visit a student of mine at her home, and this little corgi (about 7-8 months old) ran out in front of our car as we came around a corner. We watched from my student’s yard for about an hour as the little guy walked around visiting all the yards in that neighborhood and when he almost got hit again by a car, we called him over and picked him up. He had chewed the rope to his collar and escaped. We asked around and no one knew where he was from. We took him home and advertised in the local paper, but got no answer, so Buddy came to live with us.
A year or so later, while we were at a softball tournament, my son was walking him on a leash around the ball fields and a lady came up and asked where he had gotten him. My son told him, and the lady said that it looked like one that she had lost a year or two ago. He had kept escaping, and she figured that he had gotten “picked up” by the pound or been hit by a car. (Why hadn’t she checked the pound or answered the ad?) Then she asked if he had a good home and my son told her that he was loved very much. She petted him and said “That’s good… see you later,” and left. I just told my husband, you better watch what you ask for because there really IS a God and He DOES answer prayers (I had prayed… hubby didn’t)
We had Buddy for about 12 years until he got cancer. It went to his brain, and though he had been fine the day before and playing with the others, he woke me having seizures beside my bed. We took him to the vet and got the diagnosis (he had several seizures on the drive over), then we said Good-bye to our beautiful Corgi boy. He is buried out in the place he loved to lay, under the trees in our front yard. He was OC’s father.
When Linda read me her posts on Bud and Misty, a lot of old memories returned and I thought I’d share some of them with you. I remember trying to take Buddy with me when I was driving my eighteen wheeler, but he couldn’t stay still. I was in an old cab-over then, and he would be bouncing from the passenger seat to the doghouse (cover over the engine between the seats) onto the dash, back to the sleeper, back to the dash, under my feet… so it didn’t work out well, and I couldn’t keep taking him.
He was a very smart dog. I remember one time he was running across the front yard and cut his foot quite badly, and the first thing he did was run over to us to have us fix it for him. It bled a LOT for a long time, but he was very good and let us wrap it and hold it quite tightly while driving him to the vet (since we couldn’t get it to stop bleeding and it was in a place we couldn’t stitch.
Concerning the picture of Bud in front of the fan (this one is slightly different), I once emailed it to Dan, a local DJ on KAXL, our local Christian Radio station. I put the title of “Chilling in McKittrick, and listening to Dan on the radio.” We got a reply back that Dan hadn’t known that he had a “fan” club in McKittrick, so we appointed Bud as the president of his fan club and he (Bud) would email Dan occasionally which he always got a kick out of.
As for my Misty, she and I got to travel quite a bit of the country together. She would either lay quietly in the sleeper, or sit or lay quietly on my left leg. I no longer drive the big rigs, but that spot on my leg is where BG rides now. We (Misty and I) probably put in over 100,000 miles that way.
Once, on my day off, before OC was born, we went up to the mountains where my son was working on a Ranch and spent the day with him. We drove around, checking the cattle. We had to use quads to check one large pasture. Misty rode on the gas tank for a while and then she jumped off and ran along beside me for quite a while. She was a really fast girl and really seemed to love that day!
I wish I could explain how, later on, after OC was old enough to go, that the four of us (Mist, Me, Linda and OC) would fit into that small sleeper in my Big Rig at night, but we did it! I know that Mist really loved to go on road trips. I want to thank you for allowing me to share some of these good memories with you as I don’t blog or do much with the computer. CMB
