Rule 32: Enjoy the little things in life.

So incase you hadn’t noticed, I have recently brought another living thing into our house.  At least this time it was intentional.  Quinn has been with us since last Saturday.  He is a seven month old Pembroke Welsh Corgi.  And he is awesome.

I’ve always liked Corgi’s.  They’ve been on my list of favorites breeds for a long time, up there with Shepards of all nationalities and Collies.  From Ein in Cowboy Bebop, to my friend’s Josh’s corgi, I’ve always thought they were very cool dogs.  So, come graduation and apart from a job, guess what my next priority was?  No, not moving out of the house.  Not getting married (SeeThe Bro Code by Barney Stinson for why not).  Nope, my priority was getting a dog.  And not just any dog, a world-class (or at least midwest-class) Pembroke Welsh Corgi.  That was May.

Now fast forward to October.  The timing was finally right.  Got a steady job, a steady car, steady room at the folks house.  Came time to get a dog.  So I started calling breeders.  Allow me to interrupt myself for a second for a PSA.

When buying a dog, never go to pet shops.  The majority of dogs in pet shops are from puppy mills, which are really terrible things.  You all have heard the stories about chickens on farms.  Like that but much worse.  Go to a breeder or rescue service.  I decided to go with a breeder.

So I started calling breeders.  And I called breeders.  And I called breeders.  And I emailed breeders.  And I emailed breeders.  And I called breeders.  And I emailed breeders and I called breeders.  Get the picture?  Found a few pups, but either wrong color, too far away, too expensive, etc.  Eventually I found a breeder over by Ann Arbor that had (at the time) a six month old red and white male.  She was going to show him, but because of a small defect she couldn’t show him.  See, Quinn had the amazing ability to pull one of his testicles up into his body cavity (past tense, he’s fixed now).  Really, an amazing dog.

So we worked out the details, and agreed to meet midway in Grand Rapids where she had show for some of her other corgi’s (including Quinn’s mother).  Drove up there early on a saturday morning, listening to Guster and Something Corporate on the way.  Sneaked into the show, (really, no joke), and looked for the proper area.  Picked him up, payed, drove home.  This time it was Rilo Kiley and more Guster on the way home.

Then came the week of adjusting.  Y’know, taking him outside every hour or so, feeding him, getting him to not eat our other dog’s food, hoping they play nice, hoping they don’t kill each other, etc.  But really, it’s been great.  He’s a fantastic dog.  Been alot of fun. Very friendly, great looking, probably better looking than me.  He’s like me, but prettier and awesomer.  So yeah,

–theindiegeek (and themightyquinn) out.