9 years ago, a friend sent me this video on YouTube:
Those butts. Those stumpers. Those ears. I fell in love with the breed. I was still in high school, in no position to adopt a dog, but I became obsessed. A few years later, Corgnelius and Stumphrey became my favorite Internet Corgis. It seemed like I was their biggest fan, and I will always brag about being their 18th “Like” on Facebook. 🙂 I developed the reputation of being a “crazy corgi lady” before I even had one.
Fast forward to early 2013. After working for a few years, my boyfriend and I decided we were ready to submit an application to adopt our first corgi. We waited and waited and waited for the call. Because we’d be first time corgi owners, we knew rescuing was the best choice for us. We had made arrangements with our parents (aka Lucy’s grandpawrents) to watch her during the day while we both worked full time. We knew rescuing a dog meant some aspects of dog ownership would be easier (potty training, basic obedience) but also understood that rescues could require some rehabilitating as well.
10 months later, we were contacted by the Tri-State Basset Hound Rescue letting us know there was a 6 year old corgi named Jessica who needed a home, and they asked if we were interested in a phone screening.
This is real.
There is a corgi.
She could be ours!
Oh. My. Gosh.
I had a phone interview with the foster paw-rents. This was the scariest moment! I remember my hands and voice shaking on the phone. I had notes written down with a million questions about EVERYTHING (looking back on this list makes me cringe—I was SO clueless despite thinking I did a lot of research).
Lucy, formerly named Jessica, was on her 3rd foster home after previous adoptions fell through. The adopters took her home, but gave her back because she didn’t get along with other dogs. She was returned and passed around to different fosters all up and down the East Coast. I couldn’t believe she hadn’t found a furever home yet. This broke my heart. I was weary, but knew I was starting to love her already.
On January 11th, we met Lucy at a Petco in Allentown, Pennsylvania. It was a 2 hour drive from NJ on a dreary, rainy day. “We’re just going to meet her,” I said. “No one’s taking home a dog today. We’re not ready. We don’t have to say yes.” I was extremely hesitant. Until…
… The van pulled into the parking lot. Little Lucy came scurrying up with her foster dad and greeted us right away. At this point, I knew I couldn’t leave without her.
Before I knew it, the papers were signed, thank you’s were exchanged, and that’s when our love story began…
It was clear that Lucy didn’t meet any of our original “requirements”. We were looking to adopt a young corgi who was extremely socialized with dogs, and we ended up adopting a sassy 6 year old who hated them. Life can be funny sometimes. It took us a couple of months of adjusting to “get to know each other” which is very normal for rescues. Adopting an older dog was the perfect choice for us at the time and well worth the wait.