Castell Pembroke Welsh Corgis

07/01/2026

This little “Rascal” is truly a rascal. But he just craves love and attention and likes to curl and snuggle close to you. Being a smaller version, he would probably do well as an agility dog!

07/01/2026

Now she decided that a beer might be better than a toy!

07/01/2026

Morgan, making sure no one gets her toy!

31/12/2025

31/12/2025

For me, right now.

31/12/2025

So I lifted a desperate prayer, Lord why are you keeping me here? I have prayed and begged to send good homes to my puppies. I am finding their care all consuming and not fair to them. I look around this big empty house and think “maybe it’s time to sell and downsize“.

I did contact an estate seller today. Then I walked around and looked at all the stuff that would be sold and thought “how empty this house will be”. After 33 years in the same house you don’t think about how much you accumulate. But when you’re the last generation, you are a combination of all those that have gone before you. at this point in my life I have no family left to leave all these treasures and artifacts to.

Just, please, spread the word that I have some beautiful show prospects and performance prospects available that would really like to be in a home of their own.

In my 40+ years with corgis, I have never been in this position and, while they know, I love them desperately, I know I’m not able to give them everything they need.

So, I guess, this is a retirement post.

29/12/2025

Da Duke! Gorgeous black headed tri; show prospect, DM Clear, 6 generations health history.

29/12/2025

This beautiful fluffy butt is waiting for that perfect family to make all his dreams come true.

Meet Chewy AKA Chew Chew. He’s very agile and athletic; would make a good performance boy!

27/12/2025

This is something I always try to explain to people when they ask about my approval process, but could never quite put it into words. This person nailed it.
COPIED AND PASTED
People say it all the time:
“I promise, they’ll have a good home.”
But what that means to me, as a breeder, goes so far beyond what most people think.
A “good home” isn’t just a nice house.
It isn’t square footage or a fenced yard or matching dog bowls.
It’s a feeling.
A standard.
A commitment.
A heart-space where a dog is truly seen, deeply loved, and intentionally cared for.
A good home is someone who understands this isn’t “just a dog.”
This is a piece of my heart.
A life I stayed up with at 2 AM.
A life I prayed over when they were the size of a lemon.
A life whose first breath I celebrated… and whose first latch I protected.
A good home is someone who shows up for that dog, not just the cute moments.
Someone who:
• rearranges their schedule without complaining.
• gets on the floor and comforts them through fear stages.
• trims nails even when the dog wiggles.
• shows patience through the puppy chaos.
• doesn’t quit when it gets inconvenient.
A good home is someone who asks questions, not someone who pretends they already know.
Someone who chooses growth.
Consistency over shortcuts.
Love over frustration.
A good home is someone who sends updates not because they HAVE to, but because they WANT to.
Those messages mean more to me than people realize.
When I see your puppy smiling in your arms.
When I see them with your kids.
When I see them sleeping in their new bed.
My heart exhales.
Because that’s when I know they’re safe.
That’s when I know I made the right choice.
A good home is someone who honors the contract not because it’s a rule, but because it protects the dog.
Someone who understands:
“If life ever falls apart, this puppy comes back to me.”
Not Craigslist.
Not a shelter.
Not a stranger.
Me.
A good home is someone who remembers that behind every puppy is a breeder who cared so deeply it hurt sometimes.
Who cried over the weak ones.
Who weighed them through the night.
Who kept mama comfortable.
Who didn’t travel because babies needed her.
Who poured time, money, emotion, prayer, and intention into every moment of their beginning.
A good home values that.
Respects that.
And cherishes the puppy because of it.
A good home isn’t perfect.
It’s present.
It’s committed.
It’s willing.
It’s loving.
A good home is someone who looks at this dog and thinks:
“You’re not here to make my life cuter, you’re here to be part of my family.”
That’s what I look for.
That’s what matters to me.
Not perfection.
Not aesthetics.
Not status.
But heart.
Real, patient, everyday love.
Because when I send a puppy home, I’m not “selling a dog.”
I’m trusting a stranger with a life I’ve carried in my hands.
A life I’ve already loved deeply.
And a good home is the kind of home where that love continues for the whole lifetime of the dog.

24/12/2025

Dear Mom and Dad,

I died today. You got tired of me and took me to the shelter. They were overcrowded and I drew an unlucky number. I am in a black plastic bag in a landfill now. Some other puppy will get the barely used leash you left. My collar was dirty and too small, but the lady took it off before she sent me to the Rainbow Bridge .

Would I still be at home if I hadn't chewed your shoe? I didn't know what it was, but it was leather, and it was on the floor. I was just playing. You forgot to get puppy toys.

Would I still be at home if I had been housebroken? Rubbing my nose in what I did only made me ashamed that I had to go at all. There are books and obedience teachers that would have taught you how to teach me to go to the door.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't brought fleas into the house? Without anti-flea medicine, I couldn't get them off of me after you left me in the yard for days.

Would I still be at home if I hadn't barked? I was only saying, "I'm scared, I'm lonely, I'm here, I'm here! I want to be your best friend."

Would I still be at home if I had made you happy? Hitting me didn't make me learn how.

Would I still be at home if you had taken the time to care for me and to teach manners to me? You didn't pay attention to me after the first week or so, but I spent all my time waiting for you to love me.

I died today.
Love, Your Puppy

06/12/2025

25/11/2025

Such great advice. I’m sure there are more women out there that can relate to this besides me!

I started living at 58.
Yes, at 58;
When people told me to "be content."
When the world expected me to quietly disappear into the background.
But I didn't want to be content.
I wanted to live.
Until then, I was everything I had been taught to be:
A devoted wife. A selfless mother. A woman of silence.
I carried the house on my shoulders... and forgot who I was.
I married young.
I loved deeply.
But he never saw my worth.
I became routine, a shadow in the kitchen, a backdrop in the living room.
I swallowed tears, I swallowed anger, I swallowed dreams...
And one day, he left.
Simply.
I thought a greater pain could not be experienced.
I thought I would break.
But instead, I breathed.
For the first time, I wasn't naked. I was alive.
And then I discovered something shocking...
I didn't know what my favorite color was.
I didn't know what I liked for breakfast.
I didn't know what to do with hands that didn't serve others.
So I started with small steps.
One day, I didn't make my bed.
Another day, I went to a show with a friend.
Another day, I bought an expensive perfume without asking permission.
And with each small step... I found myself.
My voice. My freedom. My joy.
So let me tell you this, sister:
Your age does not define you.
Your worth does not expire.
Your story can begin today.
Because sometimes...
life begins at 58.