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Thursday, June 11, 2009

Mist’s Story…

We got our precious Mist (AKC Irish Misty Fire) in February of 1996. She was 8 weeks old, and we bought her from a local breeder. She was a beautiful little black tri.


Since Bud had decided to choose one of my sons as his person, when we got Mist, we made sure that she bonded with my husband before I would let any of the kids play with her (and boy, was THAT a difficult task... she was SO CUTE!!!).

When she was about 3 months old, he took her to work with him and a guy at his office chased her, stomping and yelling, teasing my hubby, and it scared the tar out of poor little Mist. As those of you with Corgis know, they have VERY LONG memories, and she was very leery of strangers for the rest of her life.


Mist was such a quiet, sweet little soul. She loved her Dad with all of her heart and soul and loved the rest of us as well. She was very smart (I guess that is a given since she was a corgi) and she was super fast. She used to be able to sneak close and then sprint and catch birds before they could fly away.

She only came into heat every 13 months, and after her second heat, we tried to breed her because I had several people that wanted pups, but she was 4 years old before she finally had puppies.


She had three pups, and the first was very large and born breach. We think that she was injured or something during that birth, though she had the other two much smaller ones, very easily. The first pup didn’t make it, but OC and her brother, Rascal, were strong and healthy. She never “took” again, so I am so glad that I decided to keep OC (the pup on the left).

Bud, Mist and OC took to herding naturally, and learned very quickly to put our goats into whatever pen or yard we wanted them in. It was a joy to watch them in action. My hubby was a truck driver for 33 years, and Mist loved it when she got to go with him in his big truck with the sleeper.

We found out that she had cancer just before she turned 10 years old, and she passed away in my arms the day after her 10th birthday. We all miss her very much, and OC was very depressed for several weeks after her Mama passed. I wrote this poem the day after she left us…

Goodbye Sweet Mist

By Linda Brock ©12/06

I've come to say goodbye
To a dear and faithful friend.

Dear Mist, our love and memories
Of you will never end.


I'm thankful your life joined with ours,
If only for ten years...
Believe me, precious, beautiful girl,
Our lives are richer
Though now we shed tears...

Sunday, May 31, 2009

Our First Corgi, Buddy...

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.