“Kelan kayo magkakaanak? (i.e. When are you having a child?)”
If you are a Filipino married couple without kids, this question you get from every Filipino you meet. It does not matter if you’ve just met five seconds ago. It doesn’t matter wherever in the world you are. Filipinos will ask that question.
And I now have an answer to that: we already have one.
Meet Obi Juan (Star Wars Obi-wan Kenobi reference here) the Filipino Corgi, our dog son.
I have been in search for a corgi for months ever since I came face to face with our neighbor’s cutie patootee of a red & white Pembroke Welsh Corgi puppy, Franklin, who always greeted me with an excited run and the signature loopy corgi smile. I was a crazy, furry friend destitute woman obsessed with the breed.
I burrowed myself deep in research on the Pembroke Welsh Corgi – borrowed books and made notes, watched videos, read blogs, forums and websites, joined Facebook groups and silently followed corgi owners’ discussions. We even visited the breeder – 2-hours away from our place – where Franklin came from because I was seriously interested in getting a puppy. I am a serious planner and nerd I know. I’ve learned they are an extremely smart, active, handsome, headstrong dog in a cute, dwarfling package.
I wanted one. He (Apparently, male corgis are the more submissive than the females. Check!) would be our dog son.
Again, the captivated corgi owner wannabe in me was full steam ahead. I prepared a detailed cost projection of how much it would take to have a dog, covering puppy purchase cost, vaccinations, food and more (But more on that later on). Aside from being on the breeder’s waiting list, I checked out other breeders, craigslist, animal shelters and Pembroke Welsh Corgi rescue groups for other options. I did this everyday without fail. Somehow I couldn’t wait to snuggle with our own little one.
But the puppy from the breeder would come when nature would do its business right. I wanted a red & white male, so it would depend on nature’s lottery. Indefinite. *insert heart shatter here*
Until one day, as I was browsing through my daily corgi route, I stumbled upon a picture-less posting about an available 5-year old male corgi from his owner, who did not live 2 hours away from us. She lived a skip and a hop away in the city beside ours.
So I sent her a text message requesting a picture of “Obi”, the corgi in question, as well as the costs for rehoming him. My heart melted at first sight of Obi’s beautiful corgi smile. He’s THE ONE! Obi was being given up because he needed to be the only dog. And she said she was giving away Obi for FREE! And the plot thickens!
We exchanged more text messages (as you can never be too sure…don’t leave any stone unturned) answering all my questions about him and agreed to meet Obi that weekend to actually see in person if Obi was in good condition and a great fit for us.
That chilly Saturday, The Husband and I, with my handwritten list of more questions in hand, met Obi and his owner.
He was as handsome as I imagined. He wiggled and waddled around our apartment complex’s welcome center, curious of the new environment. He was a tubby one (making him extra huggable) and a bit dog smelly. But that didn’t deter me from loving him.
The owner even offered to provide his pet bed, leash, some food and toys. But The Husband and I didn’t decide that day. We needed to have a serious discussion and look into our budgets before making the decision.
And on January 12, the Monday following that fateful Saturday, Obi was welcomed with open arms and hearts into our wee home. Our little family is now a cozier threesome.
I could go on and on and on about our dog son, Obi, in this post, but stay tuned. More dog talk soon!