Sunday, June 6, 2010

Frankenpup?!

So mom leaves the house early on Friday morning and she takes Chadwick with her. In the car. Not me, just Chadwick! I was like what's up with that?! Anyway, she comes back home, supposedly about an hour later, but I'm a hounddog what do I really no about time? Are you sensing my sarcasm here? We know, it's not just five minutes people! Anyway, I see her pull up from my usual perch in the window. I jump down to greet them at the door. But only Mom walks in, there's no Chadwick. Shocked that she left him the car, I run to the gate to remind her, hey you forgot something! She puts her purse on the table, but she doesn't go back out. What's wrong, her? How could she leave him in the car? Or did Chadwick somehow sneak past me? I search all over the house, all over the yard and am like, where is he? How could mom forget to bring him back with her? She finally asks me if I'm looking for Chadwick and I want to scream, YES! WHERE IS HE? So she knows he's not here. She proceeds to jibber jabber about him coming home later. Where did she take him, what's he doing? Is he getting to play with other dogs, without me? I don't know where he is or what he is doing, but I decide to show my displeasure at this most unfortunate turn of events by pouting. I put on my saddest Lucy Grace face and mope around the house the rest of the day. I want her to really know how sad I am. Late in the afternoon mom leaves me again! Why is she leaving me alone again? Has my sad, puppy face not meant anything to her today? Boy, she is heartless today! This time when she pulls up, I see her talking to the car after she gets out. What's up with that? Then ever so slowly, I see a paw coming out of the back door. Could it be my Chadwick is finally back home to play with me? Yes! Yes! Yes! It is he! Finally my buddy is back home. I run as fast as I can to the gate to greet him. But something is off. He seems odd. He's really out of it. He seems to know I'm there, but then maybe not. Suddenly, I notice this huge, and I mean, HUGE bald spot on his side and he's got this really long gash with thread in it. They're stitches, just like the ones mom had a while back. But these are way bigger and much longer. My poor Chadwick has gone and been turned into Frankenpup! What did they do to him? Mom, what were you thinking? Will my Chadwick ever be the same?
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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.