Meet Wynnie
“Her full name was Carwyn, so Wynnie for short. Carwyn is welsh.
She was super judgy as any corgi worth their salt would be. And she was very well trained since we got her as a puppy, but she HATED to be told what to do.
We almost always could walk her off leash, and instead of allowing me to tell her to stay at crosswalks or roads, she would LITERALLY stop half a block back so when I gave the command to cross she would run at top speed and bark at me the whole way like “screw you, I am crossing on my terms” – dirty look and all.”
“She was also a “morning dog” – and we aren’t morning people. The moment we roused she would be barking and whining and would attack her squeaking toys even in the dark of night.
She hated being groomed and brushed, more of that oppositional defiance. And she would find the nastiest things to roll in, the deader the better. I pulled dead worms off of her all the time and she was affronted by my nerve.
She talked and talked and talked. She truly thought she was an equal to us. And while she was a purebred she wasn’t a “best in breed” – we had people ask us all the time what kind of corgi mix she was, she just wasn’t Pretty. Her face was a little long and her nose and back legs were crooked. But she was so precious to us. She made us laugh all the time.
When I traveled she pouted. Would find any of my dirty clothes and wallow in them until I returned. If my husband went to pat my leg, she would attack him, quite literally. If I said “HELP!” she would jump at him. For my husband it was always in fun. She took my protection very seriously, unless it was the doorbell which would throw her into paroxysms of barking and anxiety. She had to greet everyone at the door, though, to “approve” them.
She loved to swim, she took the chance in any water. She would “get a drink” – bobbing around with her mouth open to let the water run out, and would shake while still in the water so she would be soaked and simply didn’t care about her stench or our comfort.
She paddleboarded with us, in a little vest. She didn’t love the activity but she loved being with us. She was our third wheel. She was charming and adventurous. Loved to hike, hated cats.
She also loved snow, would run and bound in it. Especially fresh, untracked snow. It was one of her favorite things to do, even when it was deeper than she was tall.
She didn’t like other dogs, I think it’s because they were all primitive and “beneath her” – which is funny from a corgi perspective.
She didn’t love kids either, and then our 8, 6, and 4 year old nieces and nephew came to visit for two weeks. They had several dogs and were perfectly fine with her stand-offishness. Then, by day 4 she was going to each of their beds, and laying with each of them for a few minutes to make sure everyone was where they should be. Classic herder behavior. And, on that same trip when a neighbor tried to tickle the four year old she attacked him, too. And She loved him! It was so heartwarming to see how she loved those little ones (it may have been related to their food dropping).”
