So, you’re asking about Corgis in Indiana, huh? Let me tell you, I went down that rabbit hole, or maybe I should say Corgi hole, a while back. I figured, hey, Indiana, lots of space, probably a good spot to find a well-bred, happy Corgi pup. That was my thinking, anyway.
My Grand Plan to Find an Indiana Corgi
It all started when I decided I was finally ready for a Corgi. I’d seen all those cute videos, you know, the sploots, the little legs, the big ears. I was sold. And I happened to have a trip planned to visit some relatives in Indiana, so I thought, “Perfect! I’ll combine the trip, do some Corgi scouting, maybe even bring one home.” Seemed like a solid plan. Famous last words.
First thing I did was hit the internet. Searched for “Corgi breeders Indiana,” “Indiana Corgi puppies,” all that jazz. A bunch of websites popped up, some looking pretty professional, others… not so much. I made a list, felt pretty optimistic. I thought I’d just make a few calls, schedule some visits, and pick out my new best friend. Easy peasy.
The Reality Check: This Ain’t No Walk in the Dog Park
Well, let me tell you, it was anything but easy. Here’s a rundown of what actually happened:
- The Waiting Lists: The first few breeders I called? They practically laughed. “Waiting list is about a year, maybe two,” one told me. Another said they weren’t even taking names for the list. A year! I wanted a dog, not to sign up for a mission to Mars.
- The Price Tags: Holy moly. I knew Corgis weren’t cheap, but some of the prices I was quoted in Indiana made my eyes water. We’re talking serious cash. And for some, it felt like they were selling gold, not puppies.
- The Ghost Breeders: Then there were the ones who never answered their phones. Emails went into a black hole. Websites looked like they hadn’t been updated since 2010. It was like chasing shadows.
- The Shelter Situation: I thought, “Okay, maybe I’ll try rescuing.” Called a few shelters. Their response was pretty much, “Corgi? Purebred? Good luck. They get adopted before we can even post them online.” So, that was a dead end too, at least for finding one quickly during my trip.
I did manage to line up one visit. Drove a good couple of hours out to this place, middle of nowhere, cornfields as far as the eye could see. The setup felt a bit… off. The person was nice enough, but something just didn’t click. The dogs seemed okay, but it wasn’t the warm, fuzzy feeling I was hoping for. It felt more like a transaction, and I just couldn’t do it. You gotta trust your gut with these things, right?
Why Indiana, Though?
You might be wondering why I was so fixated on Indiana. Like I said, I had family there, and I figured it would be a good state, maybe less competition than in big coastal cities. I imagined idyllic farms with happy Corgis frolicking. The reality, for me anyway, was a lot more complicated and, frankly, a bit frustrating. It felt like everyone in Indiana who had Corgis was holding onto them for dear life, or charging a king’s ransom.
So, What Happened in the End?
Well, I didn’t get my Corgi in Indiana. My trip ended, and I went home Corgi-less. It was a bit of a letdown, I won’t lie. I’d spent a good chunk of my visit chasing leads and feeling like I was getting nowhere. It was a real eye-opener into how intense the demand for certain dog breeds can be.
I eventually did get my Corgi, but it was months later, from a breeder in a completely different state, someone I found through a recommendation from a friend. The whole Indiana Corgi hunt, though? It taught me a lot about patience, and about how finding the right dog isn’t just about picking the cutest one. It’s about finding the right breeder, the right environment, and having that gut feeling. And sometimes, the plan you make just doesn’t work out, and you gotta roll with it. I still think about those Indiana cornfields sometimes, and the Corgi that wasn’t to be, at least not from there, not for me.
