Duckie: The Original

Before we picked up Abigail, we picked up some essentials for puppy preparations, one of which was an elephant that was later named Mickie. We also found a cute Duck that went “quack-quack”, but because this is an ele-loving household, we took Mickie with us to pick Abby up. I was convinced she would love and love on her elephant, making Mickie her number one. Yeah, I was wrong. She took to the duck soon after she got over being in a new home. In fact, Duckie was the one she would curl up with for naps, and he was the one she always came running into the room with. So, Duckie was her number one. Duckie goes into the mountains with us, he showers with us, he is always near. Because he is her closest companion, he has had a few unfortunate scrapes and has needed emergency surgery more than once. He used to go “quack-quack”, but sometime around the 4 month mark, he was permanently silenced with a bad case of laryngitis. Thus, Duckie 2.0 was introduced, in hopes of being an organ donor. You see, it was a sad day when Duckie could no longer quack back in response to Abby’s love bites. When we got home with 2.0, we had our hands full and were getting settled in for the night when Abby sniffed him out from underneath coats and blankets. She was so excited, running through the house, tossing him, biting him, and he responded with “quack-quack”. So, although, he was only acquired for his working voice-box, she was so happy I didn’t have the heart to take him away from her. However, the younger, much healthier Duckie did not replace the original. NO. Her snuggle bug was still the one with permanent damage to his voice box.

When we had to go to Texas for 8 days, it was decided that 2.0 would accompany her to the neighbors home because I could not handle losing Duckie. I mean, I don’t think Abby would have been able to overcome her sadness if something happened to her first love. When we picked her up, we were told that poor Duckie had an incident outside with Abby and her cousin. Details were scarce, but somehow he ended up outside, frozen in the snow. He was yanked up, full of snow, and defrosted on a shelf in the garage. That is when it was discovered that he was only half of a Duck. His head and the top shell of his body, and one wing. That is all that was left of poor Duckie 2.0. But, because they were worried of my reaction, they salvaged what was left and sent her home with him. She loved on him, and still played as though he were her whole friend.

A few days later we had to be in SLC for one night, so she stayed with them again and you can guess which Duckie accompanied her for another stay over. That is right, 2.0; the Original was safe and in the toy basket waiting for her to return home to him. That was a damn smart decision! When we picked her up we learned “Um, Duckie died a tragic death and his funeral was straight into the trash can!”… apparently, he was so shredded after a tug of war incident that he was unrecognizable. Unrecognizable. Let that sink in. So, no, Duckie: the Original will never go on sleepovers. EVER.

Thankfully we found Duckie at our local grocery store and a new one is on our list for Sunday. She has another stayover Tuesday night and I’ll be damned if our original is going over to that house. LOL.

Ewok in the House

We are keeping the Ewok from next door while her family is on a weekend trip out of town. She is not a huge fan of Abigail, but being forced to live with her over the last few weeks is making her come around. She has only growled at Abby a few times, and it was when Abby went to the kennel window to say hi. It turns out the Ewok does not care for g’mornings, hello’s or tail wags.

Normally this Ewok does not want much to do with us as she spends her time pouting because she has been left behind. Now, that does not mean that she does not get excited when she sees us, but that is only if her mom is near and there are no signs of her being abandoned by her person.

This is the first that we have kept her since getting Abby, but they have spent almost 2 weeks together while we’ve been out of town over the last few weeks. Needless to say, I really think she is accepting the puppy, despite her disdain for the situation. Anyway, she has actually asked for attention this time, whereas, usually she wants no hugs or loves. Progress. That is what that is.

Do You Know…

Do you know what love is?

A 6 month old golden retriever.

Do you know what is annoying?

That 6 month old golden retriever with a squeaky toy walking from one end of the house to the other, squeeking contsantly.

Do you know what is frustrating?

When this 6 month old golden retriever hates her picture taken, until I am trying to do custom pictures for someone and she is not the subject requested.

Do you know what happy is?

The tail of the 6 month old golden retriever whacking the wall as she runs into the room.

Mountain Hikes

We take Abigail on hikes a couple times a week, and it has been great exercise for her, and for us. Most of the time Abby and I stay close to the truck while MtnMan hikes up steep mountains and around rock ledges but she loves to run, play in the snow, toss the stick (herself) and chase her tail. By the time we are heading home she is crashed out in the back seat, which is 100% her domain and Duckie is always quick to curl up with her.

When we get home our routine is to get her fed, brush her coat and then shower her clean again. She is not a big fan of the latter, but she loves eating and getting her hair combed. After she is showered, it is my turn and then we eat dinner while Abby curls up in her spot and sleeps. She usually is ready for her kennel when we are finished cleaning up the kitchen.

Herbert C.T. Hogg

Meet Herbert C.T. Hogg. Herbie Hogg. Herb the Hogg.

Allow me to tell you the story about Abby’s buddy, Herbert C.T. Hogg. He arrived over a month ago, thanks to a very thoughtful fella (BD), and Abby was not having it. To say she freaked out is an understatement. She ran, hid, growled, jumped a foot high. It was quiet the show and it made us laugh, but was also a bit disheartening that Herbie had that effect on her at first sight. He took up residence on a shelf in the dining room/kitchen area, and when she was not watching we would make him “bark” (or, whatever it is that he does when we squeak him) and she would run, hiding, or looking for me so that she could hide behind me. This continued almost daily until she stopped having any reaction at all, other than looking at us like we were idiots. She does that a lot, and it is mildly amusing. The other morning MtnMan made him bark and then threw Duckie into the living room, when she returned Herbie the Hogg was sitting on the floor, waiting for her. She dropped Duckie, sniffed Herbie and then quickly bit him and took off running, making him bark over and over, again… and again, and again. Now they are buddies, but Duckie will always be her number one. This is one toy that I have to take away from her while I am on cam because she marches through the house from our cam room, to the bedroom and back to the cam room with Herbert C.T. Hogg happily barking along the way. That proves that it is not always at first sight, but sometimes persistence pays off and a friendship ensues.

Who can tell me what his middle initials stand for?

P.S. I would like to send out thanks to BD; you are thoughtful and it is very much appreciated! And, thanks goes out to Dwwindsor for helping us name Abby’s new buddy.

Happy Holidays

Okay, bare with me, please. I never thought I would be anything short of a grinch. It was not that I didn’t want you all to enjoy your holidays, but I didn’t see what the big hub bub was all about. And, in reality, I still don’t, but I do appreciate the simple things, such as putting up a tree. We even have a wreath for our door, thanks to Dawn Marie! That will be as much decorating that will get done at our house, but I am actually looking forward to going to cut down a tree on Saturday. It is something that we could have easily blown off, but I think it will be sweet to see Abby staring at the lights and hopefully not trying to eat the branches of pine needles, or step through the sticky sap that drips all over the skirt. Either way, I am not the grinch I once was, but I also feel that the change in my #newbeginnings deserves some holiday cheer. With that said, I live with a grinch now, and I am okay with that. He lost his scrooge and I gained one. I am embracing that with much love! lol. 

Also, I am still not big on holiday songs, or christmas lights before December 1st. So, keep that in mind. Thank you. 

 

The Last PG Photo . . .

I would like to get some interaction back on this blog, but I need you all to play along. What is the last PG photo you took on your phone? Yes, I am specifically asking for PG so that everyone will enjoy this thread… or, at least, that is my hope.

Of course, mine is of Abigail. 

Abby loves riding with her head out the window…

Meet Abby

Meet Abigail #abbythegolden 

She is sweet, adorable and so loving, but she also has a spurt of puppy energy from time to time that makes me think she is full of piss and vinegar. I love her.