Abbey and I have been buddies since March, 2013. I was sitting in a Starbucks one day thinking I needed a dog. Looking back, I was so ill-prepared, but I persevered, managing to keep us both alive and relatively sane for the past 4 years. I love my dog. She’s the best. But if I had to be completely honest, her level of obedience is about 75% at best. This secretly makes me proud.
A mind of her own
I’ll admit, I’m a stubborn son of a gun, questioning everyone and everything, if it suits me. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise that my dog behaves the same way. When we’re in the house, she’s pretty good about following directions. But if I’m away, she’ll get into food that’s within her reach, or she’ll sit on the couch. I’ve straight up come home and she’ll be on the floor. However, I’ll touch the couch and it feels warm (not too slick there, Abbey). Or, if we’re outside and she’s off the leash, she will not listen to me, unless I’ve called her a dozen times and I sound angry. In these moments, I’ll grumble, muttering to myself that my dog is an a**, but I’ll have a slight smile of pride on my face. This might sound crazy, but I couldn’t deal with a dog who has 100% allegiance to my command. Heck, I don’t even obey myself 100% of the time. Blind obedience means you aren’t thinking for yourself, so when she deviates from desired behavior, I’d like to think it’s because she’s doing her own thing. Part of me can never be too mad about that, lol.
As that crazy mutt is approaching 6 this year, I’m so thankful for her and all of the fun/zany adventures that we’ve encountered. It’s funny, she’s not a big barker, but when I saw her at the shelter 4 years ago, she made sure to get my attention, and I’m so glad she did. 🙂
Recently I’ve taken on more projects– which is awesome! However, to ensure that Abbey wasn’t missing out on quality human time, she went for a sleepover at her cousins’ house. Continue reading “Abbey and the Sleepover”→
I love my pup. She is the kindest, sweetest lovable dog in the world. She is also a miscreant, thief, and lover of human food. While I have rose-colored glasses on when it comes to the misdeeds of my beloved furchild, I had to face the fact that she is, without a doubt, one of the smartest criminals I know. Continue reading “Abbey and the Other Dog’s Food”→
I’m a worry wart. I spend much of my time waiting for the oh-so proverbial shoe to drop square on my face, reinforcing my Chicken Little thoughts that the sky is indeed falling. Yes, one could say I need to take a chill pill. So it goes without saying that my fur-child Abbey, who is the apple of my eye, is a well-monitored and cared for pup. I would do anything for that crazy wily little (medium-sized) dog. Continue reading “I Feel Sorry For My Future Children”→
Two weeks ago marked the 2 year anniversary of the adoption of my beloved fur-child, Abbey. Early March 2013, I decided that I wanted to rescue a dog. Granted, I had no business trying to raise a dog. Trapped in corporate slavery, easily putting in 60+ hours a week; what was I thinking? Nevertheless, I adopted this adorable Australian Shepard/Brittany Mix and it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made.