A Month of Abby

I try my best to tweet a #dailypic of #abbythegolden, but sometimes I slip and forget to share her cute face. Although, I am so obsessed with her that somedays I share 10 pictures, not just one. lol.

Not everyone is on Twitter, so I thought I would create a thread for those of you that still read my blog.

A few weeks ago MtnMan took us on a drive to an area we have not seen before. It was a beautiful lake area in a valley surrounded by mountains.

We were not sure how Abby would react to a large body of water since she has only played in creeks and trickling brooks.

Her first jump took a lot of encouragement and celebrations, but she finally took that leap, which was more like an accidental fall. She went completely under, coming up for gasped air, with eyes wide open, but she soon figured it out and then we could not keep her out of the water. She would run the dock, jump, swim back to shore and do it all over again. To say she is a water baby, would be an understatement.

For the fourth of July, she was sporting red, white and blue. Despite what MtnMan says, she loves changing up her collar with pretty bows and flowers. I was trying to get a better pick of her three flowers, but as you can see, she was not amused. For those of you that asked, she was not too phased by the loud fireworks. She did, at one point, look up, reposition herself and went back to sleep.

Abigail is a smart kid. She is also a very happy, go lucky girl who entertains herself, while always staying close by. Last week we had to go out of town for a few days. That morning I laid out clothes and our toiletries, without getting the suitcase because once that comes out, she is glued to me. And, by that I mean, she sits on my feet and if I start to walk, we both trip. It is both comical and frustrating. Even with my “ploy” to trick the girl, she was still on to me. She was low key watching every move I made, and she had a sad look about her. When I finally got the suitcase, I tripped when I turned around; she was right there! Goodness, she knew.

I had the bright idea of getting her overnight bag out of the closet, so she would see that she was not being left behind. I mean, she was, but she’d be going for her own sleepover with her favorite cousin. Yeah. That was a bad idea. She went into full on celebration mode. She ran through the house, around the living room, jumped over her bag and ran circles around me until she fell to my feet and continued celebrating. It was a crazy sight to see. lol. While I packed, she was not sitting on my feet like she does when she is full of glooms and doom, but she was running around me, making it fucking chaos. Next time, I think I should give her a rawhide bone and send her outside!

I dropped her off at her cousins house, and they were so happy to see each other. It really is sweet how much they love one another. Her cousin is 4, but a wire hair bird dog which means she never stops wagging her entire body with joy and excitement. They wear each other out and usually crash hard in the evenings and sleep for a full day after the sleepover.

An hour after I dropped her off, I get a text that read: “she really cannot help herself. LOL!”

They had a sprinkler going that their dog stays clear of, so they did not think much of it, until Abby appeared at the door looking in, soaking wet. They said she was like a kid running through the sprinklers, just having the time of her life! Her cousin watched from dry land. That made me laugh so hard, just thinking about it. We don’t have grass, but now I wonder if we should at least have a sprinkler. lol.

Beginning to End

There are a lot of reasons to celebrate in the month of July, making this my favorite month of the year! It starts with a birthday and ends with a divorce. LOL.

We start by celebrating (much to his chagrin) MtnMan, then Dawn’s birthday on the 17th (which should be a world holiday), followed with Abigail’s first anniversary of her birth on the 21st, on the 24th we celebrate hmfast, and, we close out the month with the 31st marking 1 year of divorce for me.

With all of that in the month of July, no one can deny the reason for so much joy and celebrations! So, who is with me? Let’s raise a glass to our happy, joyous reasons and carry on!

Abigail Has a Sleepover

We stayed up watching “Hell on Wheels” last night, keeping Abby up well past her bedtime. This morning she was still asleep when I opened her curtain, and that is unusual because she is usually grumbling to let us know she is awake a little while before I say my good mornings to her. Once she went out for her morning patrol, she was fed and we were putting our shoes on to go feed her cousin and go to breakfast. Abby stayed home. She was heartbroken, but as soon as she saw the truck pull in she forgot her misery and was a happy girl, wagging her tail and smiling. But, much to her chagrin, that happiness was short lived when the overnight bag was pulled out. She sat on my feet, pushing against me in disgust. Utter disgust! For the next hour as I showered, threw a change of clothes in the bag and did a few other things, she was under foot. And then came the loading of the car, and as she watched me go in and out of the door, she sat with big pouty eyes and a long face. She looked over at MtnMan, who showed no sympathy, and then she just laid down in the doorway sad. It was pitiful! However, as soon as she saw her lunchbox and overnight bag with her toys and whatnot, she was full on celebrating. Running circles, smiling, happy as can be. She patiently waited at her car door until I had the sheet put down and her bag loaded, and then upon my command, she jumped in and sat tall, like a good girl. This was her as we drove to her cousins. She makes my heart smile.

The Tulips, They Are to Blame.

Abby is our kid, and where I go, she goes. Or, at least that is how it used to be, until the temps warmed up and now it’s too hot for her to stay in the truck. It is for her own good, but she does not know that. I mean, how could she, even though I tell her that’s the reason we are leaving her home… each time we leave her home.

Last weekend we went to breakfast, and her face said it all. She was hurt and not too happy about being left, again.

When we got home she appeared to be worried about getting into trouble, but nothing seemed amiss. I mean, she had her toys at the front door and she was lying down when we drove up, so all seemed to be right and there was no reason for further concern.

Two hours later, we left to run a few errands, leaving Abigail once again.

When we got home she told on herself by tucking her tail between her legs and not looking at me. At first I told MtnMan he needed to go talk to her because my heart just can’t stand to let her know I’m not happy about her behavior. And, then I noticed it.

When we left the yard was full of tulips blooming bright and happy.

There was half of a bloom left when I looked out at the yard. Half of a bloom. She ate every single bloom. EVERY BLOOM!

I was the one that went out to talk to her and she went straight into her outside kennel. She NEVER goes into that kennel, even when it is snowing or raining. She knew. I marched her over to every tulip bed, and she wouldn’t even look at them!

The tulips, they made her mad. Or, was it the fact that I left her home? According to Dwwindsor, her lawyer, she was dealing with being ABANDONED and retaliated with a political protest. And, according to all of her advocates, she was protecting the yard from the tulip burglars. Thankfully she was able to run them off before all of the bulbs were stolen. There was half of one left. Half! Not a whole bloom, just half, and it dropped to the ground a few hours later..

Last night while I was on cam, Outlaw asked me how Abby and her tulips were doing. I referred to Abby as the tulip monster and Dwwindsor told me to let it go. Hmppft! I would not have brought it up, except for Outlaw mentioning it and to that, DW said, “calling her the tulip monster was rude. She has feelings.”

Clearly, Abby has friends online that she was not aware of.

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…