Gimli is fire and Merida is ice.
I know it's a weird way to describe ones dogs, but hear me out.
When we first met Gimli, his breeder remarked that all of her corgis love the snow. Gimli's first Winter he enjoyed himself romping in the snow, but after a while, he'd want to come in. Mostly around the time the tufts of snow latched onto his fluffy hair and made walking unbearable.
Merida, on the other hand, is part polar bear. She adores the snow and would stay out in it all day if she wouldn't freeze to death. I'm always amazed that for a corgi of her size and lack of hair, she is a little snow bear. This past Winter, when we had the polar vortex, I had to ply her into the house with cookies and a few times I had to pick her up and bring her in.
It's Summer now and Gimli's in his element. He'll gladly sit outside in the shade or even in the full sun and soak up the warmth. You'd think all that hair would make it unbearable for him, but I guess he doesn't mind.
Merida despises the warmth. If we're outside, she waits patiently at the door to go inside. She wants nothing to do with outside unless it's to use the bathroom, sniff around, run a couple laps, and then run back inside to escape the "heat".
These corgis are such funny little creatures.