Saturday, April 14

To: Marg, Sandy and Aunt Marilyn

From Abby

Hey there. I figured since you and others are making blogs for their holidays these days, why can't I? And I figured you may want to keep up with my adventures. So Sharon fired up the laptop and here I am! By the way, I am beating you to the first post. You don't even have anything on yours yet. Ha ha ha. That's a good one.

Let's see. I've just been here a day and a half. Where will I start?

Well - as usual I LOVE looking out the window. No cat sightings yet, but I do see the other Abby running around next door quite a bit (imagine  - there is another Abby. I was always led to believe there was only ONE Abby). But I know that if I JUST KEEP WATCHING I will eventually see a cat - or maybe a squirrel. 

 I really AM very photogenic

So yesterday I had quite a bit of fun. I'm on the back deck with the handle of my leash under the table leg. It's nice to go our there and look around. Anyway, along comes that other Abby to the fence. Woooooo. I go running to the end of the deck, dragging the table. Sharon comes out, takes the leash and we go over to the fence. Honest to God, it was really exciting. But that's not the end of it!

Her dad, Nick, comes along and starts talking to Sharon, then he picks up his Abby, and Sharon picks me up and we get to sniff and kiss each other. It gets better. 

Next thing you know, the other Abby goes down the fence and jumps into OUR yard! She REALLY wanted to come and see me! Nick's freaking a bit, and starts on his way over here via the street. Abby and I were playing - I was still on the leash - and sometimes I would just roll over and let her sniff me. She's much bigger than I am and she gets pretty excited. 

So Sharon says "Abby SIT". And we both sat. Then she said "Abby STAY". And we both stayed. I tell you we were poster dogs for obedience. Nick arrives and Sharon is going on and on about how amazing it was that they did what they were told - and she only had to say one name. I don't know what the big deal was. I mean she said to sit and stay - so why wouldn't we. DUH! 

Then the fun was over. Nick took Abby home, and we went inside. But - with the love seat and the big window, I can always watch.

So what else. Well, I sleep around a lot, here and there. Sometimes on the couch, sometimes in my living room bed, but seldom to never in my kennel. First night Sharon told me to go in and I did, but soon after I came out again. I think I'm past the kennel phase. 

First night I knocked on her bedroom door a few times, but she said, "Uh Uh, Abby kennel". Ya well - I quit knocking but I didn't bother with the kennel. Like a said, I'm pretty much through with that.

Sleeping is good

So when I need to go out Sharon takes me on the leash. In the morning and at night she's going, "hurry up, hurry up". Jeez. Cats walk through here and I need to sniff them down. What does she expect?

Oh - the evening snacks. If I had remembered that part, I would have been back here a long time ago. I LOVE that. She sits and eats her cheese and crackers and I sit at her feet and she gives me some. I mean this is about 10:15 at night. A lot of dogs have already gone to bed by then, but I am up eating cheese and crackers! Love it! 

Love the cheese

I wasn't too fussed on eating yesterday until after dinner. Of course, I get little tidbits of hers, then she put scraps on my food in my bowl and I ate most of it. So  - I think I will just end the hunger strike for good, and get on with it. She did the chicken in the new NuWave oven, and it was darn good.

Well, that's about all we have been up to here. It's pretty sad when your dog (is that really what I am?) beats you to posting on the blog. 

I hope you have a good time, even though you did not take me (yes, I noticed and I KNEW you were going to the Oregon Coast. I have ears you  know). But this is pretty good and I get to do a blog as an independent dog. Bye for now.