So here I've been lounging around between my two beds in the living room and my two beds in the bedroom, just loving life. Now don't get me wrong, I loved the Princess and I miss hear dearly, but I've really enjoyed being the only dog in the household. I truly am the king of this castle!
I was really looking forward to Christmas. With only one dog in the house, imagine the presents Santa would bring me and they'd all be mine, all mine. I wouldn't have to share them with anyone.
So imagine my surprise when in walks mom with this thing, this highly energetic hound thing on Christmas Eve! I mean that was certainly not on my list to Santa! After months of peace and quiet I was really starting to enjoy the solitude. But I guess those days are over. We now have this thing called Lucy Grace living with us. Now y'all know I'm blind so I can't really tell you what she looks like, but from all the ooohhhhs and aaahhhs I hear from the visitors, I'm assuming she's kind of cute. The one thing I do know is she is energetic. I mean this thing runs around the house like a mad dog! She's just crazy. She won't give me any peace. She wants to play all the time. She doesn't like to take naps and lounge around all afternoon. She wants to run, jump and chase me around. I've never heard a hound dog move so fast. She can even jump on mom's bed all by herself. I hear people calling her a basset hound, but she's not like any other basset I've been around. I hear mom joking that she thinks she might be part jack rabbit and I have to agree. I think mom's on to something here.
So my days of peace and quiet are gone. I'm back to having to share my beds, my treats and my food with some other beast. Where did I go wrong?
But I have to admit, sometimes it's nice to have her around when mom's gone for long periods of time. I figure she's still young and trainable. I'll just have to teach her all my hound dog tricks, pass along some of Abby's hound dog wisdom and in a few months, she'll be taking my lead and following my rules!
Yours Truly,
Sir Chadwick
This blog is my musings and observations about love, life and the stupid things people do. I'm happy to impart my years of wisdom on, to people and hounds alike.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
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Allow me to introduce myself
My name is Abigail, although personally I prefer Princess Abby. I live, make that rule, a household in Los Angeles. I have a big backyard to play in, a couch to sleep on, and lots of love.
I'm on my 3rd, yes 3rd, male companion. My first bud was Sherlock and he taught me everything. I was just six weeks old when I met him. He was five, so he knew everything. He took me under his wing and looked after me until the day he died. He died a week before his 13th birthday. That was almost 5 years ago and I still miss him. He was a special dude and for 8 years, we spent every minute of every day together. I was really lonely after I lost my best bud. So mom decided I needed another friend. In walks Brutus. Now Brutus was nothing like Sherlock. He'd had a really rough life but he didn't want to share what he knew of the world. He said his past was just too ugly and he wanted to forget it. He was just grateful to have nice place to sleep and people who loved him. He followed my mom around everywhere. He would never let her out of his sight. At first I was a little jealous, well a lot jealous. But then I realized he didn't grow up getting the kind of love and attention that I did, so I let him have the spotlight.
I wound up learning a lot from him. I learned how to be grateful for the things I had. I'd grown up having it all so I didn't really appreciate anything. Brutus however was grateful for everything. I learned that the more love I give, the more I get back in return. He was a very special friend but unfortunately he got really sick and our time together was cut short.
My heart ached after Brutus was gone. What was wrong with me that my two best buds had to leave me? As I sat feeling sorry for myself, mom pulled up in the Jeep and out jumped Chadwick.
Now let me tell you about Chadwick. Chadwick walked in like he owned the place. He walked around like he was royalty or something. I don't know who he thought he was, but I quickly put him in his place. I established myself as the alpha dog in this household. He challenged me at first, but he finally acquiesced. Now Chadwick is a pain in my ass. I mean that literally. You see he's blind. I don't just mean he can't see well, the dog has no eyes. It's kind of freaky if you ask me. It is kind of funny though to watch him bump into things. He gets around by his sense of smell. Now let me translate that for you. It means he walks around with his snout stuck up my butt! Now you may laugh and you may think it's cute, but let me tell you, it's annoying as hell! I'll admit, he's quite a looker but boy does he bug. He gets on my nerves to no end.
So the reason I tell you all this is so that you'll realize how much experience I have with love, with friendship, with life. I know I'm not getting any younger and I realize that after twelve years in this crazy world it's time I do something to give back. So I've decided my legacy will be to pass on my hound wisdom to all who are willing to listen. So please read my ramblings, my rants, my observations. You just might learn something.
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