Corgi Love

It was one of those nights where sleep wasn't easy until it was. It's at that time Kobe, our beagle, decided to wake us up. 5am. First whining. Then reaching up onto the bed and pawing us. Finally, the beagle bark. There is little that makes me angrier than being woken from a deep sleep. And I was angry. I wanted to hit Kobe. So, in my most athletic move in a least a decade I lifted leapt from the bed. Was perfect except my food caught in the bed sheet and I fell uncontrollably to the ground, elbows then face. I looked up. Saw Kobe looking down. I surged off the ground, but my foot was still hooked to the sheets, so I fell right back down. Kobe just backed up two feet and then ran away when I was finally free.

I took Kobe for the walk he wanted. Wanted to walk not so much to pee, which he did, but to find the object of his lust, a female in-heat Corgi. The lust/love had started about a week prior and would last maybe a week more. Kobe was obsessed. Smelling everywhere the Corgi has been. One time on a walk we ran into the Corgi and it was clear the attraction was mutual. As the Corgi's owner took her away, she would dart back to Kobe and dog flirt. When the Corgi was finally out of sight, Kobe would howl his lonely howl.

Kobe's normal pattern is to get up with Sabrina, around 8am, and then after his morning walk sleep most of the day until we are back home. During his Corgi love period he slept a lot less. He would whine in the house until we took him out on his Corgi quest.

Another time on a humid later afternoon, I was walking Kobe and ran into the Corgi and the Corgi owner sitting outside at a local brewpub. The Corgi owner, a man about my age, was drinking a beer and asked, "want a drink?" and I thought great, someone to share a beer with. Then he poured water into a bowl for Kobe. Kobe didn't take the water, he had other needs in his mind.

We don't think Kobe and the Corgi consummate their love. But if they did, a Beagi mix is awfully cute.