Meet The Mutts: Abbey
Doggie intro’s have been much requested. It seems everyone wants to know a little more about my merry band of misfits. In order to avoid writing the pooch version of War and Peace, this will be a series in X parts. How many parts you say? I guess you’ll know at the end, won’t you?
We must begin with the beginning.
Abbey. It all started with Abbey.
Disclaimer: All my dogs come with a litany of ridiculous nick-names. Lovey-Dovey jibberish they miraculously answer to. In case you didn’t think I was enough of any idiot about my dogs, I will share those with you, if only to embarrass myself further.
AKA Ab, Abra, Abracadabra, Abbey McSpaniel, Ab Span, Wabber, Spring One (her sister is Spring Two – Think Dr. Seuss).
You can read more about Abbey’s trials and tribulations here. In a nutshell, she’s a 12 year old field bred Springer Spaniel, with a myriad of health problems. But, Abbey is more than the sum total of her malfunctioning parts. To this day, even with her graying brows and jowls, we get asked how old she is. As in, is she a puppy? Abbey primary affliction is from a disease (albeit an imaginary one), called PPD, Perpetual Puppy Disorder. Like the Toys-R-Us kids of my youth, Abbey don’t wanna grow up. Never has, and even in her dotage, I suspect she never will.
Abbey is energy-full. That is an understatement. She is 32lbs of happy.
If we were writing her online dating profile, it would go a little something like this…
Energetic, practical spayed female, in her sunset years, but not ready for retirement yet. Seeks constant companionship, emphasizing constant. Likes include howling in joy, barking for attention, power snuggling, therapy swimming, and staring longingly into your eyes. Not interested in sharing affections, bossy bitches or pushy pugs.
Above all else (this would not be included in her profile) Abbey loves me. We have teams around here, my team and The Husbands. Abbey is the team captain for my side. She’d just prefer it was a team of one. She would follow me into the pits of hell, and wag her nub of a tail while doing it, just because we’d be together.
Abbey was the only dog to be an ‘only dog’. It didn’t last long though. Next Week: Winnabelle.