Fetch!

We have a fetcher!

My first two corgis were ball fiends.

Carter never caught on. Good looks, yes. Brains, not so much.

Preston decided to start retrieving the ball for me today. He must have learned it from watching the matriarch who, at 11.5 y.o., is as spry as a puppy...mostly.

Of course he had to figure this all out on a day when we were the recipients of 3" of snow. We played until my toes froze. Now he's sleeping at my feet and hopefully his warm little body will defrost them.