My Time Watching Those Corgi Legs
So, funny story about how I got really familiar with corgi short legs. Wasn’t planned, you know? My cousin, bless her heart, had this emergency trip come up last fall. And guess who got voluntold to watch her Corgi, Winston? Yeah, me. For three whole weeks. Now, I’ve had dogs before, but never a Corgi. And let me tell you, living with Winston was an education, especially about those legs.
First thing you notice, obviously, is how short they are. Like, really short compared to his long body. It affects everything he does.
- Walking: He doesn’t just walk; he sort of waddles and trots. It’s got this unique rhythm. Surprisingly quick over short distances, though. Like a furry little torpedo.
- Stairs: Oh boy, the stairs. My apartment has a small flight of steps up to the door. Winston would tackle them like it was Mount Everest. He’d gather himself, take a leap, scramble up one, pause, then repeat. Going down was even funnier, more like a controlled tumble.
- Jumping: Forget jumping onto the couch easily. He’d try, bless him. A running start, a mighty heave, and… thump against the side. He usually needed a bit of a boost or would use his clever brain to find a lower spot to climb up first.
It wasn’t just the funny stuff, though. You gotta be practical with these guys because of those legs.
Everyday Life with the Low Rider
I quickly learned a few things during my Winston-sitting adventure. Taking him for walks in the park, especially if the grass was a bit long, was interesting. He’d disappear sometimes, just a furry back cutting through the green like a shark fin. You had to keep an eye on him.
Playing fetch needed adjustment too. Rolling the ball was better than throwing it high. And anything that involved him needing to leap high was basically out. He just wasn’t built for it. Doesn’t mean he didn’t have fun, just different fun.
You also notice how they lie down. That famous ‘sploot’, where they flatten their back legs out behind them? Winston did it all the time. Guess it’s comfy when your legs are that short. Looked hilarious, especially on the cool kitchen floor.
So yeah, my three weeks with Winston the Corgi taught me a lot. Those short legs aren’t just a cute feature; they define so much about how these dogs move, play, and interact with the world. It takes a bit of getting used to, both for them and for the humans looking after them. But honestly? It was pretty cool seeing how he managed just fine, doing things his own Corgi way. Makes you appreciate how different critters adapt, you know?
