Becca
If I’d doubted that Howard had herding in his blood, I was convinced within five minutes of meeting the adorable tan-and-white corgi. When Blake and I walked through the door of his apartment, Howard’s tall ears perked up, and he sprang from the dog bed, which was tucked into a corner of a navy-blue couch.
I scratched him behind the ears, and his tail wagged. After a couple minutes of that, he started nudging me with his nose.
“That’s his way of saying he likes you, like really likes you,” Blake said in warning right before Howard’s enthusiasm manifested in him trying to hump my leg. “Okay, you don’t get to have her, buddy, sorry.” Blake pulled him away, scooping him into his arms.
reallyHe carried Howard like a baby back to his bed and placed him in it. If I’d had any doubts abo
