Take a Bow, Callie Birthday-Girl!
...So, today is our little Welsh Corgi Callie's 16th birthday. It's been a month since we lost our other adorable Corgi Mickey. And though we miss Mickey every day, we're so lucky to still have our little May Day puppy with us. Callie really does make us smile every time we look at her.
Although Callie doesn't see or hear too well any more, she still manages to be remarkably aware of everything going on around her. And she still supervises us when her stomach-clock goes off, making sure we serve all her meals and snacks at their appointed times. She doesn't look a day over five, and she still marches along on our morning walks. Her graceful adjustment to most of the creeping hardships of old age is nothing short of inspirational.
After 16 years, I could tell Callie stories all day long. So I'll just choose a few, remembering back to the fun Corgi Club picnic-parties we used to attend, at the Silver Spring home of a member of the Pembroke Welsh Corgi Club of the Potomac. The hostess had a nice fenced yard, so once inside, the dogs roamed, ran around and played freely, while the humans visited, ate and laughed at all the cute dogs. Callie has always marched to her own drummer -- a quality never so apparent as in this picture below. When all the humans and dogs gathered for group pictures, Callie happily broke ranks to take center stage.
One year, when they were still puppies, Mickey and Callie had a run-in with a cousin named Bootsie. Mickey was outgoing and fearless, but Callie was still a shy, skittish baby. Unfortunately, Bootsie was a bit of a handful (earning the nickname "The Bad Bootsie" among the humans, including her breeder) and Bad Bootsie decided this was a good day to bully Mickey. Quite to our surprise, baby Callie rushed to Mickey's defense, confronting Bootsie with her most fearsome bark: "Leave my sister alone!!" And Bad Bootsie did just that, scurrying away to bother other puppies who didn't have a gutsy little sister to stick up for them.
Corgis generally love pretty much all food. So, to keep the dogs from mooching, the party food was safely isolated on tables up on the porch, and a makeshift gate kept the dogs off the porch. Theoretically. The dogs would gather in frustrated little gangs (as seen above) desperately trying to figure out how to get up there. Clearly, this was a job for clever Callie, who was born with an uncanny determination to solve problems -- especially those involving access to noms! So, of course, Callie was the one and only dog who figured out how to breach security, triumphantly squeezing past the gate and bouncing around on the porch among the food tables.
Callie has given us so many great days, smiles and wonderful memories throughout her long and happy life. It's a privilege to take care of this amazing little doggie, and we cherish every day we have with her. Happy Sweet 16, Callie Berry!!