My name is Lily Roisin Salamon. I have three fur-siblings: a grouchy old husky/malamute mix who snarls at me if I accidentally wake him up; an beautiful Australian Shepherd mix sister named Sadie who is a little neurotic; and my baby sister Lucy, a beagle who likes to play a lot. We all live with our mom and dad in a little house in Pampa TX. We make a pretty nice family.
I haven’t always had this family…in fact this is my FOURTH (and final) family. When I was a little girl I was with my original family, my corgi parents, but when I got old enough to be “weaned” I was sold to a man who wanted a corgi. This man was a nice man, a veterinarian, in fact. He kept me fed and housed and, obviously, healthy, but he had little extra time for me. Being a corgi, I wanted to play; I wanted to run; I wanted to take my proper place as the center of my human’s world. I was lonely and depressed. Although my dad was a vet, he forgot that corgis love to be a part of the family, in fact, the heart of the family.
After a while, my dad saw that I was just terribly unhappy, so he decided it would be kinder to re-home me. I went to live at a great place—a cattle ranch! There was room to run and everywhere I looked there were cattle to herd. You’d think this would have been the perfect place for a corgi girl like me, but it didn’t work out so well. My new family didn’t want me in the house—seriously, how can a corgi girl be the heart of the family when she’s stuck outside? Still, there was plenty to do outside, but that was such a good thing either. See, my new family thought it was wrong to herd cattle; they didn’t understand that I was HERDING, not chasing, and they got upset with me a lot. They said I was a bad girl for the farm and sent me away to something called a rescue, where I was put in a foster home.
Apparently, while I was staying at the foster home, I became an internet star because my forever mom and dad saw me there and wanted me very much. One day, the people at the foster home loaded me in a van with some other dogs and took me to a place where the other dogs could try to get good homes. But they said I was different—I didn’t have to hope for a good home, my people were coming to pick me up. (Here’s a picture of me getting picked up…I was feeling a little superior to those other dogs who had to hope for their adoptions.)
I’ve been with my forever family for over 2 years now. They have lots of time to spend with me. They want me to stay in the house so I can take care of them. Sadly, they don’t have any cattle to herd, but I do sometimes herd my fur-siblings and the occasional little kid. Sometimes I do things that are a little naughty, but my forever parents just shake their heads at me—they never think about sending me away because I act up a bit or bark or shed like a maniac.
It took me a while to find the right forever home, but I think I got pretty lucky. I have nice parents, fur-siblings to play with, a big yard for romping. It would have been great to have always had a family like this, but maybe I appreciate it more because it took me a while to find just the right life.
Here are a few more pictures, just for grins: