So, I found myself needing some pics of a corgi. You’d think, “Easy peasy, right?” That’s what I figured. Just hop online, type it in, and boom, corgi pics galore. And yeah, there are tons, but they weren’t quite what I was after. You know, they’re either got watermarks all over them, or they’re just not… the one. I wanted something a bit more personal, something with a bit of character, not just any old stock photo.
My first real step was thinking, “Okay, I’ll just find a corgi in real life.” I live near a pretty popular park, so I thought, “Guaranteed to see one there.” So, I went. Spent a good hour, maybe more, just wandering around. Saw plenty of dogs, don’t get me wrong. Labradors, those fluffy white dogs, even a couple of those sausage dogs. But corgis? Not a single one. It was like they were hiding from me specifically.
I even started asking people, you know, folks walking their dogs. “Hey, seen any corgis about today?” Most of them just gave me a funny look, like I was on a wild goose chase. One lady actually laughed. Can you believe it? Laughing at a man on a mission for corgi pictures.
Then, I had a bit of a brainwave. My friend, Mark, he’s got a sister, and I vaguely remembered her posting about her corgi on social media ages ago. So, I did a bit of digging, found her profile, and there he was – a proper fluffy corgi named Chester. I sent her a message, a bit sheepishly, asking if I could maybe come over and take some photos. I explained it wasn’t for anything weird, just really liked corgis and wanted some good shots.
She was surprisingly cool about it! Said Chester loved attention. So, we arranged a time. I went over, camera in hand, feeling pretty optimistic. Chester was, well, a corgi. Full of energy, those little legs going like crazy. Getting him to stay still for more than half a second was a real challenge. Most of my first shots were blurs. A blurry ear here, a blurry tail there. Lots of photos of him trying to sniff my camera lens too. Very up close and personal.
I tried everything. Making silly noises, holding out a toy. He’d look for a second, then zoom, off again. I was starting to think this was a bust. But then Mark’s sister had an idea. Treats! She pulled out these tiny dog biscuits. Suddenly, Chester was the most focused, professional model dog you’ve ever seen. Sit? He sat. Stay? He stayed (for a few seconds, at least). That little bit of bribery was the key.
I must have taken over two hundred photos in the end. After deleting all the blurry ones, the ones where he was mid-blink, or the ones that were just a close-up of his nose, I actually got a good handful of really decent pics. Proper lovely shots of a corgi. It took way more effort than I ever imagined for just “pics of a corgi.” But hey, I got them. And I learned that dog photography is harder than it looks, and treats are basically magic.
