Wilbur and Quincy

Things were blustery inside and out on Monday afternoon. Lots of activity, visitors, and barking; it was hard to decide since quite a few dogs needed a volunteer walk. Wilbur and Quincy, four and half year old Welsh Corgis, were just too cute to pass by. The shelter requires that you walk dogs one at a time so Wilbur - popping out first, got the first walk. His profile indicated that he was a "puller" and needed a special harness so our first stop was the front desk. He is a people guy so he enjoyed having the staff person fit him into his harness. Together we walked out the door to the front sidewalk entry area and, after just a little sniffing, Wilbur sat down. That was it! For the next twenty minutes I stood there and Wilbur sat greeting people as they came in and went out of the shelter. Finally I got him over to the exercise yard and he agreed to some sniffing - near the gate- then indicated that he wanted to return to the front sidewalk area. I convinced him to cross the driveway over to the trail area but he looked so longingly at the entry way; I did not have the heart to make him go for a walk! The sweet little guy and I went inside where he once again enjoyed having the staff remove his harness; we went back to the kennel for Quincy's turn.

Quincy's nose was already pushing into the collar but he, apparently is NOT a puller, so we did not need a harness stop. We started in the exercise yard where, after some sniffing , he showed that he could sit for a treat. As for "come"; he followed me around so I could not tell whether or not he knew this command. Once we started our walk he quickly found a patch of grass he enjoyed munching for about 15 minutes - these two dogs are the least "flighty" animals I've ever encountered. They find something they like and they stick with it! We eventually did do a short walk, and Quincy seemed to enjoy himself; he really perked up when he spotted another dog out on a walk, he showed interest not aggression. Perhaps that is what got his attention off the delicious grass. Once back at the shelter he was delighted to visit the staff before heading back to his kennel mate Wilbur.

I'm thinking these cute little guys are brothers but the staff person I spoke with was not sure. They are both people oriented and seem contented with very little. Let's hope they find a family (or two) that does not expect them to be running pals for a marathon. Wilbur has the white blaze on his face.