Love at first sight
The instant I saw the listing for a male corgi on the shelter’s website, I knew I had to act quickly.
We had been thinking of adopting a dog to add to our family. I always had a deep love for the corgi breed, but I just could not bring myself to spend hundreds of dollars on a puppy when there were so many adoptable shelter dogs out there just waiting for someone to love them.
As luck would have it, I spotted the listing for a young male corgi the same day it was put up. The shelter he was at had a reputation for being overcrowded and they frequently had to put animals down if they weren’t adopted in a timely manner. I called a local rescue agency that was kind enough to truck the ball of fluff halfway across the state to us.
Adjusting to home life
After making sure the new dog would get along with our old dog; we decided to go through with the adoption. We named him Hank and welcomed him into our home. We had him neutered per our adoption agreement and got him up to date on all his shots.
As a shelter dog, he wasn’t without problems. However, we quickly were able to overcome his food aggression issues and every day his aggression diminished bit by bit. It was amazing to see this dog, who was aggressive upon our first meeting, blossom into such a loving creature.
The big scare
The same winter that Hank joined our household; he gave us quite a scare. We were visiting family about 2 hours from home when we noticed that Hank was behaving oddly. He would stand as though he had to pee, yet nothing would happen. At first we had thought he had just emptied his tank, marking every tree and fence post. On the way home, it became evident that there was a serious problem.
Hank began to whimper. We would pull over and get out letting him pee. Only nothing would happen. He would cry, and look at us with is big brown eyes, clearly in pain. Our poor pup was standing for several minutes at a time, leg hoisted, but to no avail.
By the time we got home, the whimpering had turned into crying. He was no longer lifting his leg, but you could tell he was still straining to urinate. We called an after-hours veterinary clinic and they had us bring him in right away.
An x-ray revealed a blockage. Hank spent the night at the animal hospital getting treated. Two days and $2000 later, he was back to his old self. At our follow up appointment we learned that his bladder makes little sand like stones and that is what had caused the blockage. Hank is now on prescription food and hasn’t had any more problems.
I’m so happy that we had adopted him before the problem got to that level. In the shelter with so many other dogs, he may have been over looked and things could have turned out much differently for him. I couldn’t imagine our family without Hank and I’m so glad that he made his way into our lives.