So, I guess you’re here ‘cause you heard I got myself one of them Heeler Corgi mix puppies. Yeah, that happened. It wasn’t exactly on my bingo card for the year, but life, eh? It throws these furry little curveballs at you.
How It All Started
Honestly, I wasn’t even looking for a dog, not really. My old girl, bless her heart, passed a while back, and the house felt too quiet. I was browsing, you know, just casually. Saw some purebreds, some shelter dogs. Nothing really jumped out. Then, I stumbled across a picture of this… creature. Short legs, stocky body, but with those intense Heeler eyes and pointy ears. It was a Heeler Corgi mix. A “Cowboy Corgi,” some folks call ’em. Seemed like an odd combo, right?
I did a bit of digging. Read up on Blue Heelers – smart, energetic, kinda nippy. Read up on Corgis – also smart, bossy, loud. My first thought? “What was I thinking?” But there was something about that little face that just stuck with me. So, the hunt began.
The Great Puppy Search
Let me tell you, finding one wasn’t as simple as popping down to the local pet store. These aren’t your everyday designer dogs, at least not where I live. I spent a good few weeks scrolling through ads, calling folks. Some seemed a bit shady, you know? Finally found a lady a few towns over. Said her Heeler had an “oops” litter with the neighbor’s Corgi. Classic. Went to see them, and there he was. This little dude, waddling around, trying to herd his littermates. It was chaos, adorable chaos.
The drive home was… an experience. He wasn’t a fan of the car. Made sure everyone in a five-mile radius knew it. But we made it. Named him “Bandit” – seemed fitting.
Living with the Little Terror
The first few weeks were rough. Seriously rough. Sleep? What’s that? This pup had energy for days. He’s got that Heeler drive in a Corgi body. It’s like a tiny, furry bulldozer. Here’s a quick rundown of what I’ve been dealing with:
- The Nipping: Heelers nip. It’s in their blood. He tries to herd my ankles. All. The. Time. Still working on that. It’s less painful now, more annoying.
- The Barking: Corgis are vocal. This one? He’s got an opinion on everything. The mailman, a leaf blowing by, his own shadow. It’s a concert, folks.
- The Shedding: Oh my word. I could knit another dog with the amount of fur this guy drops. It’s everywhere. My life is now 50% vacuuming.
- The Smarty Pants: Too smart for his own good. He figured out the treat puzzle in like, ten minutes. Now he just looks at me like, “Is that all you got?”
Potty training was an adventure. He’d go outside, get a treat, then come right back in and pee on the rug. Just to mess with me, I swear. But then he’d do that Corgi head-tilt, or try to “help” me fold laundry by pouncing on it, and you just can’t stay mad for long.
What I’ve Learned from This Furry Dictator
People see him and they’re all, “Oh, he’s so cute!” And yeah, he is. But they don’t see me at 3 AM, trying to convince him that my slippers are not a chew toy. Or the time he decided the garden hose was a snake that needed to be “killed,” resulting in a very muddy kitchen. I had to repaint a section of the wall, no joke.
Why am I telling you all this? Because this mix, it’s not for the faint of heart. You need patience. A lot of it. And a good sense of humor. You’re getting two very distinct, very strong-willed breeds crammed into one compact package. He’s fiercely loyal, like a Heeler. He’ll follow me everywhere. And he’s got that Corgi clownishness that makes you laugh even when you’re frustrated. He keeps me on my toes, that’s for sure. I’m getting more exercise than I have in years, trying to wear him out.
The other day, he actually managed to “herd” the Roomba into a corner and just sat there, looking all proud of himself. It was ridiculous. But that’s Bandit for you. Full of surprises, most of them furry and a little bit destructive.
So, Yeah…
That’s the story of my Heeler Corgi mix puppy. It’s been a whirlwind. Some days I wonder what I got myself into. But then he’ll curl up next to me on the sofa, give a big sigh, and I figure, yeah, it’s alright. It’s more than alright. It’s a lot of work, a whole lot of work, but he’s family. And that’s what matters, right?
