No you aren’t seeing double – Wally is a litter brother to yesterdays dog Torch from the Olympic Litter. His story is told below by Mike:
We waited two years after Casey, our 16 year old Siberian Husky, crossed the rainbow bridge before thinking about getting another dog. I did detailed research on breeds taking into consideration my age and our living situation (2 fenced acres in the middle of farmland on Virginia’s Eastern Shore). I took online quizzes, read blogs, etc. trying to find the right breed for us. Much to my dismay, Corgi kept coming up in the “top three”. Now my only interaction and knowledge of Corgis came from whatever I saw with “the Queen”, who of course has Pembrokes. Seemingly too yappy, too wimpy, for my tastes. That was until I met my future Daughter-in-Law, Danielle, who had Cru, a Cardigan. Cru showed me that a Cardigan was exactly what we were looking for. Exactly.
So the search began and we eventually narrowed it down to three breeders and three Cardis. Did I mention that Danielle and Cru are Canadian? The “leader in the club house” was Wally, a 13 month old being offered by Shelley Camm … in Canada! Danielle was very familiar with Shelley and her stellar reputation and gave Shelley her highest recommendation. After passing Shelly’s potential owners test and “Skyping” with Wally (I wanted to see how he acted … all yappy and hyper, or, as he turned out to be; most cool, calm and very collected!) we met in Buffalo, NY for the official “hostage exchange”!
It has been just over two years now and we cannot imagine our home without Wally. He fit right in from day one and has been everything we could possibly have hoped for (okay, he sheds some … a lot … no one is perfect!). He puts a smile on my face each morning and he cheers me up each day after work no matter how difficult a day I have had.
So a quick story … shortly after arriving home I took Wally on his first “of lease” walk next door on a road that ran around 100 plus acres of plowed fields. We were walking along nicely with Wally near my side when he spotted “something black and flapping” in the fields about 100 yards away. Off he went! I was aghast. Everything has been going so well. All I could imagine was spending the next three hours chasing my new dog around famer’s fields. <sigh> So I composed myself and yelled “Wally!” just as he was arriving at the black and flapping “thing” which I am sure he thought was a bird but turned out to be a plastic bag. Upon reaching the “black and flapping thing” he seemingly “tagged” it and turned right around and, as fast has his little legs would carry him, beat feet right back to my side as if to say “I am back now and that “black and flapping thing” is of no concern and we are safe”. I knew then that we had found our new, perfect family member.
Thank you Danielle, for opening my eyes to the world of Cardigans, and to you Shelley, for trusting us with Wally. He is the best.