Abigail’s Sunday of Trial and Tribulations.

I woke up to a migraine, which meant a late start to the day, and it also meant that MtnMan was the one to open Abby’s curtain and say good morning to her. I doubt that it was as cheerful as my good mornings, and I can certainly say there were no hugs. She, however, darted out of her bedroom with glee and happiness, probably stopping to say hi to Herbie and Kandy. It’s hard to say who received her first love nudge because, although, Herbie is always near her, she has a very soft spot for the new buddy that we welcomed a few weeks ago. At any rate, outside she went and eventually she came into the bathroom to say good morning to me while I was in the shower. MtnMan had to take some canned goods to our neighbor, and I asked Abby if she was ready to eat. Of course she was. While she happily sat, licking her lips at a fast rate, I wondered if this was her second breakfast, but I was already pouring the cup into her bowl. There were no take backs. It was, in fact, her second serving of breakfast. I should have known, but the girl finally got more than her fair share and she was happier with a full belly. I can’t say that I blame her.

We went for our Sunday drive and stopped by our neighbors house on our way home, to pick up some homemade salsa. It was a quick visit, although, not quick in MtnMan’s terms of “I’m going to just grab it at the door, be right back”. He was probably already a little bothered when I got back into the truck and asked him to roll down the window so our neighbor could see her favorite girl, Abby. He rolled his eyes but rolled down the window and as quickly as I turned around laughing, Abby jumped out of the damn window! I sat there trying not to say a word, as MtnMan turned the truck off, got out of the truck and Abby quickly ran back with her tail tucked between her legs as she got a talking to. The neighbor was saying “I’m so sorry… love you Abby!!” To say Abby’s night was somber would be an understatement! She is still in trouble and she knows it; I just want to give her loves and hugs and tell her I love her to pieces and to please not pull a damn stunt like that again! I think we are both in trouble, truth be told.

As I was pouring her dinner, MtnMan said, “she had 2 breakfasts and was a bad dog, she doesn’t need dinner.” I cannot starve her just because she has no control over herself when she sees our neighbor. I mean, there is no control. I honestly don’t know what to do to break her of that, but I certainly did not think she would jump out of the window. Good grief. I didn’t see that coming!

Show Me that Face

Let’s see your animals in all of their glory. I want you to post a picture, introduce your loved one, and give a quick summary on their personalities.

The more than join in, the more fun this thread will be… so happy posting!

She is a momma’s girl through and through, but she despises her picture to be taken. She loves getting dirty, swimming, playing in the snow, finding the mud pit and riding in the truck. She plays rough with MtnMan, but if I am in the room she is a drama queen and will squeal, even if he is not doing anything to her. I fall for it every single time. She also runs to me for comfort before going back to him for more playtime.

Herbie Got a Bath

We went into the mountains yesterday, which means Abigail was running around sagebrush, dust and into streams. I did my best to keep her out of the water, but let’s face it, that is a defeating task. There is no keeping that dog out of water, or even clean for that matter.

As you can see, he came out of his bath looking a little rough. Granted, some of that is most definitely his dogs doing, but his face needs some repair where his hair thinned out.

Let me tell you what happened, in my own words, and whatever you do, do not listen to Abby or pay any attention to her concerned look…

After we got home from our Sunday mountain hike, Abby needed a shower, despite her efforts to get out of it. I scrubbed her, kissed her face, rinsed her off, then toweled her dry. Well, toweled her dry is a lie because the girl has so much thick hair there is no way I can actually dry her from a towel. After she was patted dry, I had a pile of towels to throw in the wash, and I scooped them up and started the washer.

About 30 minutes later we are looking for Herbie, and MtnMan said he was last in the bathroom, against the tub. I thought for sure he was moved before Abby’s “near drowning” because how in the world could I miss Herbie mixed in with the towels? So, we searched, all three of us, and there was no Herbie and while I was still looking, she sat in front of the laundry room door, staring at it, as if to say he is being drowned in that big machine.

We actually don’t know if she somehow knew, or if she was telling us she wants her ball, which we always keep on one of the shelves above the dryer. Either way, it was adorable to see her sitting in front waiting patiently, hoping we will notice and give in to her wants. We didn’t. I was too tired and MtnMan didn’t feel like playing catch, or listening to the constant “Squeak-squeak” …

Once the wash cycle was over, I opened the lid to find Herbie staring up at me with a very squished face. He looked a little rougher than the above picture because I tossed him in the dryer to warm him up and fluff his face before Abby saw him. But, now I need to do some face repairs before she has him to “honk” again. And, for those of you that are concerned, his honker still works. No harm, no foul, and he was getting a bit gross any way. Now he is clean(er).

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.

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.