Meet Bodie. He's my fuzzy Pembroke Welsh Corgi. He's tri-colored, and has one blue eye and one brown. He turned 3 in April. He's not the brightest bulb in the box, but he's always happy. To him, everything is an adventure. He's always a very, very busy boy and has a box full of toys--stuffed (or rather unstuffed), Nylabones, every interactive dog toy that's ever been invented, kongs, and rope toys.
I adopted him from a family in Houston. One day, after emailing a woman after finding him on a Corgis in Need web site, I decided he was my dog. I drove down to pick him up. Everyone thought I was nuts. More than once I heard, "There are corgis in Wisconsin." But when it's your dog, it's your dog, and you'll go wherever to get him. When I got him, his name was Beau. But that was so not Midwestern, that it morphed into Bo and then into Bodie. There are a lot of Bodhis here, but it all sounds the same.
Every single day he greets me in the morning and when I get home from work as if I've been gone for a week. What a happy, happy little guy. He's a real joy in my life.