So Mom truly needed a vacation. She knew it, we knew it, heck everybody knew it. But since Chadwick has been so sick, she’s been afraid to leave him. After all he’s been through she didn’t want to put him in a kennel. Now there’s been no such concern expressed for me! But I won’t rant about that now. I’ll get back to my story. After much hemming and hawing and some online research mom decided to take both us hounds with her on a road trip! Yes a road trip. Apparently she found this great place that is pet friendly, it has swimming pools, a spa and even has “heavenly pet beds.” Ahh this place sounds wonderful. I’m already imagining the wind in my face, my ears flapping away on this magical road trip. I can see me making a grand entrance upon my arrival and all the attention and adoration I’ll receive before nodding off in my heavenly pet bed. When do we leave? When do we leave? I’m ready to go, go, go! Go Now!
Mom is packed, the car is loaded and I’m ready, but she tells me we have to wait. We’re not heading out until the morning. As y’all know, patience is not one of my virtues, so I have a restless night. At 5am, I’m like, “Mom, mom, get up. It’s time to go!” She disagrees, tells me to hush and goes back to sleep. Doesn’t she know how excited we are to get on the road?
Well my dreams of a magical road trip are quickly dashed! First, we don’t take the Jeep, my preferred mode of transportation for obvious reasons. How are my ears supposed to flap in the wind in a Prius? Second, she puts both us hounds in the back seat; despite the fact she knows I’m a front seat kind of hound! Third this road trip takes like 2 whole days! Well, according to Mom, it’s only 8 hours but it sure seems like we are in the care, like FOREVER! Plus Mom didn’t mention this wonderful pet friendly place was in Arizona where it’s over 100 degrees! Wow 100+ degrees is really, really hot!
After a couple of hours in the car, she finally pulls over so we cans stretch our little hound dog legs. We get out of the car and it’s so hot. We walk like three feet and old man Chadwick just stops and plants himself in the sand. His tail down, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his breathing labored. He’s not handling the heat as well as me. That stubborn hound just doesn’t want to move, the wus! Don’t get me wrong, I’m hot too but I want to move and stretch out my legs. Finally after a what seems like forever, he gets up, we gulp down some water, take care of some business and then it’s time to get back in the car. What we aren’t there yet? How much longer? I mean I’m ready to jump into that “heavenly pet bed.”
Well I don’t want to drag this story out too much, but my room, along with my heavenly pet bed, is not ready upon my arrival! So we had to park the car, walk on scalding hot black top to get to the lobby. Of course I made my grand entrance and as expected caught the attention of everyone as I sauntered in, burnt paws and all. Yes, the people paid attention to Chadwick too, but I’m cuter.
Well we finally get to our room and what’s this? No bed? Where is that heavenly pet bed I was promised? And have been dreaming about forever? Where is my welcome packet? What’s up with this place?
Luckily Mom spoke on our behalf and about 30 minutes later the beds were delivered to our room. And yes, I have to admit it is quite heavenly. Now how do I convince Mom to take them home with us?
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.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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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.
2 comments:
This is cute. Are you in Arizona now? I'm heading to Arkansas on Sunday.
Can't wait to see you in a few weeks!
Lucy Grace, you know you liked the air-conditioning in the prius better than ear-flapping in the jeep. Tell the truth now.
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