Most people have a favorite dog breed they dream of owning. It is very common for people to love certain dog types because of their personality, their coloring, or their intelligence. And sometimes our favorite breed says something about who we are inside.
Ever since I was a little girl, I've always been fond of Welsh Corgis. I don't know if it's because I admire their big ears, or I love their fluffy butts, or because they are just too dang cute. But I think part of my love for corgis is because I am the human version of a corgi.
Corgis are put in the "small dog" category because of their size and short legs, and everyone seems to think their stubby legs and short stature make them so cute. I grew up being the "short one" in my family, and my parents always told me that I would grow with time. My mother believed that I would even be taller than her one day. She's 5'6", and my father is 5'10", so naturally they thought I would be at least "average." However, I stopped growing after I reached 5'2" and a half. The half inch is important because it gives me some advantage for being short, but also for being "average." When I feel short, I say I'm 5'2" because then I feel like it legitimizes that I have a problem reaching shelves or getting onto my own bed in college. But sometimes I like to feel "tall" and will tell people that I am 5'3".
I'm always in the front row of pictures, similar to how corgis are always at the forefront of pictures because they are tiny.
Corgis are known for being able to learn things quickly. Like a corgi, I feel that I pick up things more easily than the average person. Give me a poem to read, and I will have it memorized in 20 minutes or less. Corgis are known for being intelligent and able to pick things up faster than some dogs when it comes to obedience. So corgis and I are similar in intelligence, and while we may not be the smartest, we can figure things out pretty well.
Personality-wise, corgis are a bit temperamental but lovable. I haven't met a corgi that wouldn't love to give licks and get belly rubs. Although, sometimes my uncle's corgi, Kieshka (which is also a type of Polish sausage), likes to be snappy and nip my ears. If I didn't already have my ears pierced when I was 8, I'd still probably be able to wear earrings. I am known for being a little sassy sometimes, but I think of myself as a friendly person who just wants to love everyone. So while we may be a little snippy, we will adore you to death. And I do love a good back rub.
Often when people see a corgi walking on the street with their owner, they smile because corgis are so freaking cute. I may not be as cute, but I try to smile as often as I can at other people because I think smiling is contagious. Sometimes seeing a corgi or a smile can make someone's day a whole lot brighter.
So I guess part of the reason I really want to own a corgi and name him Watson once I move out is because corgis and I have quite a lot in common.
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