This was also the day I first laid eyes (and hands) on a real-live (not in print or media) Cardigan Welsh Corgi -- the dog breed I'd been obsessing and pining over for a hideously too-long time. I'll never forget the butterflies in my stomach making the final approach up the curvy, gravel drive leading to "Johnny's" (his then call name) breeder's rural farm in piedmont North Carolina. My face might have actually imprinted on the passenger side window as I craned to try and catch a glimpse of one of the little dwarf dogs as the car cleared a thicket.
Then >BAM!< Not just one, but all seven dwarves appeared - and then some! It was like the whole car had entered the Shire with little Hobbit dogs (think huge ears and big-dog heads) locomoting around -- in a fenced pasture -- with seemingly no legs. And the entire passengership of the car let out a collective "AWWWW!"
And we hadn't even seen the poopsters yet. :-o
So here's my hubby holding Jon Farleigh on that surreal March morning:
|Not lovin' the camera in his face.|
(Sidebar: Don't I have youthful-looking hands? Oh wait [my bad] - I'm taking the picture. Shoot. Must be my daughter's.)
In addition to Jon Farleigh's breeder, Liz Hillebrand, and Lucy - his pretty canine mama, we got to meet JF's canine dad Sam - Mr. Yardican himself - and his human mom Dina, aka Red Dog Mom of Life with The Horde.
It would be three long weeks, though, before I got to bring Jon Farleigh home - as there was a certain four-week-old baby BLUE MERLE boy in Maryland still waiting to meet his new family...
That was okay though, since this picture to tide me over was waiting in my inbox when we got home. :)