I parked in front of a Newton T-stop to pick up my boyfriend on Thursday. The ass end of my yellow beetle is covered with bumper stickers from punk bands to little creatures, liberal sentiments to an “I love my Pembroke Welsh Corgi” sticker. A hockey game got out just about then and voila, I had people stopping to read my car, awkwardly and obviously. These readers included a huge, ultra-masculine fellow in a large Bruins jersey who ran up to my window and shook around his fists triumphantly yelling earnestly,
“WOOO! CORGIS!”
Also, last night, my dad calls to say, “Kaley, corgis are so IN right now. We were ahead of the curve!”
