The more things change, the more they stay the same as this recycled post from December of 2007 proves. Abby the dog weighs 3 – 4 pounds more than in the picture above and her muzzle is completely grey – think raccoon in reverse. Abby the dog still lives with my brother and his wife, and our former doggy thinks moving in with my sister-in-law is the best that ever happened to her, which it is. It’s so good, the joint custody agreement has been scrapped, and Abby’s new family now has sole custody.
So this holiday season, the dog won’t spend time at our house. Instead, I’m going to spend the night with her (and my mom) while the brother and sister-in-law are out of town. Should be lots of fun, since Abby no longer gives me the time of day…unless I have food in my hand. Kind of gives me a complex, if you want to know the truth, until I look on the bright side…if the dog throws up this year, it won’t be on my carpet!
The Dog Report – Recycled
The holidays are here, and in a joint custody home like ours that means we have Abby the dog for Christmas vacation. Between the arrival of the dog and the daughter, things are busy around here.
The dog is adjusting well, considering her fragile canine psyche. So far she’s slept twelve hours a night, in a concerted effort to help the college daughter catch up on a semester of lost sleep. She’s kept the sweat quotient at bay by licking Hiram’s head after he works out. And she’s upped my hot flash incidents by cramming her warm little body next to mine in the hours between my bedtime and the daughter’s.
She’s had a few neurotic episodes. The first one was Sunday morning when we all went to church and left her home alone. The second was when I went outside to chop ice a few days ago and she thought I’d abandoned her again. The third was yesterday when she drank to much water and threw up on our bedroom carpet.
Yesterday she got an Hallmark e-card from the dogs at her other house. They had a little help from my sister-in-law, I think. My sister-in-law’s dogs think of this kind of thing. Abby doesn’t. But when introduced to new concepts, she catches on pretty quick. With a little help from me, Abby sent a return e-card. She chose an interactive card that allows the recipients to dress a dachshund in human clothes.
I discovered the carpet vomit right after our Hallmark moment. Abby looked at me. I looked at Abby. I’m pretty sure we were thinking the same thing.
Life is way better when the dog is at the sister-in-law’s house.
