“Little Low Rider”

Nearly 15 years ago I was opening my curtains one morning to see a little red ball of fluff walking up to my house. I opened the door and without hesitation he walked right in and curled up in front of my couch, he was visibly shaking and looked up at me as if to say, “please don’t make me go”. I don’t think he could have been more than 6 weeks old and he smelled like a garage.
I posted flyers all over town but thankfully no one claimed him. It was love at first sight and it would have been very difficult to let him go.

I’ve been told he’s a Corgi/Irish Setter mix. I call him my little lowrider, my husband lovingly calls him a freak of nature!

I work at home so he has been my constant companion, he can tell time and let’s me know when it’s time to knock off for the day at 5:00 when it’s treat time.

Don’t let that sweet little face fool you, he’s a first class con artist. If my husband has given him treats he’ll come to me and act like he hasn’t gotten them yet or, he’ll act like I’ve forgotten to give him his treats so he’ll score twice… he knows if there’s any question in my mind I will always give in. I can’t imagine life without him.

His mussel is mostly grey now and he doesn’t see or hear as well as he use to, but he still romps and runs like a pup when we go outside.

My little guy smiles when he is happy and sometimes he even shows his teeth!

— Liz from Cedaredge, CO