Monday, April 13, 2020

A Scary Easter!

Hi!  Hope y'all are being safe!

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was Easter but it wasn't my favorite Easter!  It rained all day and then we had a very scary storm last night.   It rained hard and there was a lot of lightening.   Now I don't like thunder.  Being a Southern California pup, I didn't grow up with thunderstorms so I'm not used to those loud claps of thunder.   But we're not in LA right now and we had quite a storm.  Luckily the thunder wasn't too bad, but the rain was loud and the wind was strong and they kept talking about tornadoes on the news and I could sense mama was nervous.   I'm not sure what a tornado is, but mama didn't seem to like the idea of one being in the area.  At one point, she even mentioned we might have to go get in the bathtub!   Now I don't want to criticize, but with a big storm and all the lightening, why on earth was she even thinking of giving us a bath?!   I just don't get it.   Well luckily, she never did make us get in the tub, but we didn't get much sleep last night.   So on this umpteenth day of quarantine, we are basically catching up on our sleep. 

We should have known it was going to be a bad day when one of the Easter Bunny's helpers hopped across the street right in front of mamas car.   Luckily mama was able to stop in time to avoid hitting hit.  It would have been awful if she's hurt the bunny on Easter Sunday!

Did the Easter Bunny come visit you?   If so, what did he bring?

Hope you're all staying safe. 

Princess Abby

P.S.  Shout out to Aunt Pickle, it's her birthday today!
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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.