Quinn doesn’t get to come to the barn with me a lot, mostly because a) he has no horse sense b) he’s deaf, so I get nervous with him out in wide open spaces. But on Saturday he gave me those big sad eyes as I was getting ready to leave, so I let him come. And thank goodness I did, because what a helper he is.
First he helped me put the new reflectors/decals on the trailer (you can tell since they’re crooked).
He made sure that the couple of stray rocks in the barn aisle were not, in fact, edible.
He looked at me like this when I gave Henry cookies.
And then Henry looked at me like this when I gave Quinn one of his cookies.
They told each other funny stories at my expense:
He guarded the gate…
while looking really adorable. Because that’s what corgis do.
When it was time to go home he gave me those sad, hopeful eyes again
and then sat on the couch like this for the rest of the afternoon.
Maybe he’ll get to come to the barn more often.