Push Me, Pullman

A woman at Amanda's job has been working on her for a while, trying to convince her that she had this dog the we should adopt. Apparently she started bringing it to work and leaving it in her office so she would grow attached to her as well. Well this week they started in on me. So we agreed to keep her over the weekend and give her a test run.

Her name is Sage and she's a four year old Welsh Corgy. The previous owner had MS and was unable to care for her so she gave her to the Corgy Rescue. She's a well tempered dog and doesn't care one way or the other about the cats. Although Cringer sure seemed to mind. I'm sure it's something he'd have to get used to again. She stayed close by when we took her for walks and didn't get too excited when we'd pass people or other dogs. It's amusing to watch her walk with her short stubby legs. It sort of reminds me of the way Hank Hill's dad waddles without his shins.

She really was perfect for us. She's older so all that puppy energy and need for constant attention is gone and she seems content just lying next to you. But at the same time she can get rowdy and rambuctious when playing. She makes me think of what a hybrid between my first two dogs would have been; Schultz the german shephard and Toby the dachshund. Too bad she has such a lame name. I plan to work extensively on getting her accustomed to her new name Scheisse asap.