The True Story of How Reese
Joined The UASRO Team.
As told by Wyatt, who was there when it happened.
Well folks, Reese is my newest younger big brother. Now I know what you're thinking. "Wyatt, how can he be your younger brother and your big brother at the same time?"
Simple. He's younger than me. But he's a Corgi. And folks, Corgis are built like furry little tanks. You see Reese is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, and Mom and Dad adopted him when he was about nine months old. And believe it or not... The story starts in Cleveland, Tennessee. Again. Folks, at this point I'm starting to believe Cleveland, Tennessee is secretly manufacturing members of our family. First Della, then me and now Reese. If another dog joins the family and comes from Cleveland, I think we need to investigate.
Anyway, Dad was doing what Dad often does. He was sitting at the computer looking for something completely unrelated to dogs. In this case, he was searching the LSN classified ads for a used eight or ten foot satellite dish, or so he said.
Now folks, if you've ever gone online looking for one thing and come home with something completely different, you already know where this story is headed. There on the screen was a photograph of the cutest little Corgi you'd ever seen. He had floppy ears. A sweet face. And an expression that practically said, "Please come get me." The ad read: "9-month-old male Corgi. Free to a good home." Folks, the moment Dad saw that ad, the satellite dish didn't stand a chance.
Dad later told me that he looked at the picture of Reese and immediately thought, "Uh-oh." Because he knew exactly what was about to happen. And so did Mom. And so did Dunk, Cooper and I. If you've read any of our stories, you probably know too. Dad asked what has become known around our house as The Question. He sent an email that said, "Do you still have the free Corgi?" A little while later, a reply came back. "Yes, we do." Dad immediately replied back, "When would be a good time for us to come meet him?"
And then folks, nothing. No reply. The next day Dad checked again. Nothing. Then the day after that and still nothing. A week went by. Then another.
Every morning while Mom and Dad drank their coffee, Dad checked the ad. At lunch he checked again. Before dinner he checked again. The ad was still there.
But nobody was answering. At that point Dad started thinking the little Corgi had probably already found a home and the ad simply hadn't been removed.
Then came Friday, March 13, 2026. Yes folks, Friday the 13th. Now most people avoid making important decisions on Friday the 13th. Not my Dad.
Dad sent one final email. Still no reply. So he checked the ad one last time. And that's when he noticed something new. A phone number. Folks, Dad grabbed the phone so fast you'd have thought he'd just spotted free airplane parts. The lady answered. Dad explained he had been trying to contact her for weeks. She apologized and told him she had been having problems with her email and hadn't received any of his messages.
Then Dad asked the important question. "Do you still have the little floppy-eared Corgi?" The lady replied, "Yes, I do." Dad immediately asked, "Can my wife and I come meet him?"
She said yes and gave directions to a meeting place because her house was difficult to find. Folks, the next thing that happened was remarkable. Mom and Dad launched out of the house so fast that I thought there was an emergency. They jumped into the car and headed for Cleveland, Tennessee. And here's the part that still irritates me.
They didn't take me. They didn't take Dunkin either. Folks, can you believe that? Here they were going to meet what would become my newest younger big brother. And neither Dunkin nor I got invited. I still haven't completely forgiven them.
Several hours later they came home. The car door opened. And out stepped the cutest little floppy-eared Corgi you'd ever seen. Mom was smiling. Dad was smiling. The Corgi was smiling.
And folks, the moment I saw him, I knew exactly what had happened. The satellite dish had officially lost. Dad had gone looking for communications equipment and came home with a Corgi.
Honestly, knowing Dad, I'm surprised that doesn't happen more often. That little floppy-eared puppy would eventually become known as Reese the Peanut Butter Pup.
He became my younger big brother, Cooper's partner in crime, Dunkin's friend, and one of the most important members of our family.
And friends, that's the true story of Reese. A little Corgi from Cleveland, Tennessee who started out in a classified ad and ended up exactly where he belonged. Right here with us.