CASEY - Cardigan Welsh Corgi

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p e r s o n a l i t y

When someone first meets Casey, they'll learn that she's pretty defensive if you criticize or comment on something in a negative way, especially her size. This gal hates it when others criticize her size, or how she does things. So she is quick to get defensive and tell them they're wrong. She doesn't exactly say 'oh yeah you have your opinion.' She just mouths off. Despite her rough side, if you prove yourself to be a her friend, she'll stick with you for life, and never look back, she puts herself in the other dog's paws, wondering how she would like to be treated. It's also obvious that this girl is stubborn. If she thinks she's right, then that's what she thinks and there is no way to change her mind. Even though Casey has a few bad traits, she also has her good traits too. She's got southern hospitality, she's playful, she's spunky, and there's a lot more to this girl than what it seems like.


p h y s i q u e

At least ninety percent of Casey's thin, soft coat is jet black. It reaches from the top of her muzzle to the end of her tail, wrapping almost completely around her body in between. She has just a few tan points on her cheeks, ears, and eyebrows. Her chest and belly are one big patch of pure white, along with her legs and paws.
Her ears are pretty funny to look at, even if they serve their purpose well. Tall, wide, and erect, the sit on the outer side of her skull, reaching for the sky. Her eyes are a lovely diluted brown, almost like chocolate but just a bit lighter. Her muzzle is rather short in proportion to her large round head with a big black nose perched at the end of it.
The funniest thing about Casey is probably her unique little form. As anyone can see, she was born with the short stubby legs and stretched out torso that characterizes her breed. With a long fluffy tail, much like that of a shepherd.

b i o g r a p h y

Casey's history is short, but still sad. In only a year she's managed to learn alot, and realize she needs to learn even more, and fast. She was born as a mistake, really, or an act of foolish spontaneity. Her mother, had been working on a hole, barely bigger than a box of cereal, beneath the outdoor fence of the pound's exercise for over a month. It was going tremendously, but she was losing drive to really break for it. Her bravery was waning, until a certain male Corgi came along.
Well, it must have been fate. Two purebreds, of the same breed, both landing in that hell hole of a shelter? It took hardly any time at all for him to work his charms over her mother, and they were breaking out together only a week after he had come to the shelter. The vets hadn't even had a chance to neuter him, sadly. It was exactly three months later that Casey and her siblings were born. Her father had long since gone, not a trace of him left behind. He'd been gone since... The night Casey had been conceived. The birth, in the depths of an alley, with a bag of trash for a bed and winter's icing fingers pinching at everything, hadn't gone well. Casey was last born, and it was that fact alone that kept her alive. Her mother could rest, and keep her warm. The attention she hadn't been able to give Casey's blood brother.
Fortunately, good luck must have struck the tiny family, because at the moment while Casey's mother, was asleep, with two pups nursing from her, a human happened to walk by. The man managed to bring them to a shelter, but sadly, it was too late for the brother of the runt. The mother, to feral to be kept for adoption, was put down. Only leaving the oblivious pup, luckily, the man who found them bred dogs for show, but the shelter refused to sell Casey for that purpose, so the man decided the little youngin would only be his companion.
That's about it, so Casey still lives with him today, yet, can't help but take a little wander every now and then, to see and learn about the big world out there.