As most of you know, Mom has been traveling quite a bit lately. Now I know she has to work, but I don't like when she's gone for several days in a row. Doesn't she know, we need her here? Don't get me wrong, Chadwick and I truly like Addy and enjoy having her stay with us, but we still miss Mom. Plus I'm hearing rumblings she's headed back to New York again soon. Mom, stay home!
But I digress. Now I'll get to the point of this post, my exciting opportunity! Apparently mom had lunch with Martha Stewart while she was in NY. Now how cool is that? Martha is Mom to Francesca and Sharkey the authors of The Daily Wag blog. They are quite cute and have way more followers than me. Maybe one day I'll have a more massive following. I mean I know I'm talented enough and cute enough to have a large fan base. Maybe I should take Mom's advice and nap a little less, post a little more. Anyway, Mom happens to mention to Martha, that I too have a blog. And you know what Martha said? She said I should send her some of my postings and maybe I can be a guest blogger on the Daily Wag! I'm giddy with excitement just thinking about the opportunity. Now, what should I write about? Should I write about my buddy Chadwick, poor blind hound who is now losing his hearing too? Should I write about food, one of my favorite topics? Should I write about the importance of naps? I will for sure include some of my hound dog wisdom. Well I must go now, I need to nap so I can get my creative juices going!
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, April 29, 2012
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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.