One evening, last summer when I was exercising my Corgis, Bronwen and Sable, an unusual incident occurred.

We had been walking for about half an hour and were making our way homewards across a big field. The two bitches were busily hunting the long grass for creatures real and imaginary, that delight the hearts of country dogs. Suddenly I realised there were three animals with me, not two.

The newcomer was a fox. He was so near I was able to observe him in detail. His most interesting feature was his head with its flared ears, pale amber eyes and elegant whiskers: his coat was of washy red and his brush, though fairly bushy, lacked a white tip. He was a handsome fellow in the pink of condition.

After staring at me coldly for several minutes the fox loped to the nearest hedgerow and sat down. Bronwen stopped; she was puzzled and annoyed; she bristled all along her back.
"Is this stranger a dog"? she seemed to ponder.
"If so, strange dogs are not allowed in 'my' fields and must be driven off".

When she was tired Bronwen stopped the game and returned to me where I waited with Sable; she lay down breathless and excited. A short distance away the fox also lay down. From time to time he sat up and gazed intently at us. "Why don't you play with the fox?" I asked Sable who was full of curiosity. With my encouragement she went up to him and introduced herself and the game began again.

Now darkness was falling and I could stay no longer.
I walked slowly toward the gateway to the next field; Sable returned and her playmate disappeared through the hedge. When we reached the gate he was waiting on the far side, peeping at us between the bars.
Both bitches ran eagerly to him, to be led into a riotous scamper that lasted until we were almost home. We left him, a lovely figure silhouetted in the semi-darkness, watching and waiting; obviously hoping the bitches would return for more play.

I have assumed that the fox was a male and I think it likely he was a cub that had never been hunted, for he had no fear at all of the dogs or myself. His confidence and trust were charming. As for the Corgis they accepted with complete naturalness the interlude with their wild cousin.
To me it was both fascinating and thrilling; something I shall never forget.

Beryl Smith
Welsh Corgi League Handbook 1961