....your very first sight of your dog?
I remember seeing Rosie for the first time very clearly.
We had rung a breeder somewhat up-country, and he had a litter of three five-week old pups for viewing. I had never seen corgi pups at that stage and expected to see little red and white puppies running around.
To my complete surprise, there were three little,
grey fluffy pups with tiny, short legs and the sweetest floppy ears!
One was quite a lot smaller than the other two and the breeder said that one was a runt and would not be used for breeding. I climbed over the low fence of their out-door pen and sat down on the grass. The two bigger pups ambled over, had a sniff of my hands and wandered off again. The littlest - a wee female, wombled over, climbed up into my lap, curled around and went to sleep.
I was totally entranced and quite over-come, so much so that I had to take great care not to break down. It was only four months after we had lost our beloved Mouse to cancer.
Somehow, I managed to ask the breeder if this puppy was available. She was and we made arrangements to return three weeks later to collect her. By that time, she had changed colour completely and her ears were pert and huge, sticking up and totally dominating her head.
That was over seven years ago but in my mind, I can see her now, just as if it were yesterday.
