Corgis must know where their owners are at all times.  Sammy is no exception.  On Wednesday last week I turned on the tub faucet.  While he was greedily having his morning sip I slipped out downstairs to make lunches.  After a minute or two I could hear him running up and down the upstairs hallway.

I stuck my head between the banister railing as he was running in my direction.  His look of relief and happiness was priceless.  It added an extra bounce in his step.