The final goodbye

 

It's hard to say goodbye.  

I was almost 18.  

Today, I told you I was ready.  Last night, I struggled to breathe.  I cried out, letting you know I was hurting, and you both tried to comfort me.  You did well.  While my pain never really went away, every time I cried, I tried to walk to you and you picked me up to situate me again.  

Mommy, I smelled you.  You laid your head on me at the vet and I could feel your tears.  Daddy, I felt you telling the small humans to say goodbye and I felt your touch as you told me to rest as well.  

I love you both.  I will miss you.  I am so happy to see Pene, Bella, TB, Winnie, and Saydie in doggie heaven.  But, I will miss you so much.  Thank you for the final pets and cuddles and trying to comfort me.  I'm home now - and I'm at peace. 

Love,

Abbie, the favored.

It's been a while...

It's been a while since I've written and quite frankly, I've got a lot to say. 

Mommy and Daddy clearly forgot that I run this house as they continue to bring in stray mutts that call themselves "Pekingese."  Just so we are clear, I'm the only one in this house with papers, who can obey about 10 different commands (when it suits me), and who has not had their hair shaved in some "rescue" (I call them halfway homes for half breed Pekes). Although,  Daddy keeps shaving my butt and I'm getting tired of it. 

There's another addition to the house now too. As if Silas wasn't terrorizing me enough, my humans brought home another small human and are calling her their "daughter." 

Ehem. No. 

That's my title. 

I'm mommys first born, her favored, and quite frankly, the best "child" in this house. 

Mommy made a decision to keep the other white dog, much to my argument. Mommy did however, do one thing great to that miserable excuse for a rescue. She...wait for it...

Cut out her baby parts!   (Serves her right!). 

I hope it's gonna make her nicer because she was a real pain to me before. It's very tiring being a regal peke. You see, our heritage for royalty goes way back and it's only a matter of time before mommy buys me my golden throne. She buys me everything else, after all. 

Ugh...stinky mouth is going in the kitchen and I need to go guard the food. 

I'll write more later!!

Abbie the fierce!

Pekingese Lovers?

Mommy is part of a new dog group.  Mommy must think she got cool or something overnight because she tries to tell me that I'm not as pretty as some of the other dogs.  Mommy's not very pretty herself.  Clearly, she must not realize I'm like goddess material compared to her.  Psht.

Daddy brought home another dog that looks strangely like me.  I think Daddy is mad because Mommy is my favorite and I think he's a big stinker.  This little young girl wasn't very nice when she came into my house though, and I told her that, too.  She growled at me.  I'm fatter than her.  Next time she decides to do that, I'm just gonna sit on her stupid head.

So newest in our world:  Mommy shaved 3 of the retards.  Pene has been renamed to scrappy, T.B. looks like a drowned rat, and Winnie, well, she still looks a boat (there's a post about that further down), but now, a naked boat with a black stripe.

Hold on, I need to take a minute.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Okay, I'm back.  I had to sneeze.

Anyway, so with 7 of us Pekingese living in the house, Mommy and Daddy are talking about expanding the house and letting us have our own room.  I think Mommy needs to tell Daddy I'm still sleeping in the bed.  No exceptions.

Here's a picture of "Soapy" as the little human calls her.  Mommy thinks she's all sweet.  She tried to bite Mimaw's hand off the other day.  It was hilarious.  Sweet huh?  Little holy terror, I think.  She turns on the charm, but then turns into the friggin devil.

Sophie is okay, but she is too small to be in our house and she eats EVERYTHING except the dog food.  I'm NOT okay with this, because Daddy realizes she won't eat dog food and so he fees her HUMAN food.  Brisket, Turkey, etc.  What in the HECK?  Am I not the FAVORED one?

Oy.  I gotta go pee on Daddy's pillow.  I'm getting so annoyed!

Okay, I gotta run for now.  Sophie is sniffing my chair.  Time to lay the paw down.

Love, Abigail the Fierce, of Whitewright, Texas

For the record...

For the record, I am eternally awesome.  I have no idea what in the hell is wrong with these other mutts I'm living with, but I am a princess and I deserve better.  My mommy is clearly clueless.  I've tried to teach her such things.  Let me tell you a little bit about what's wrong with my sisters:

First, Bella.  This foster thing that Mommy and Daddy took in and decided to keep.  She's jacked.  I personally think they keep her because she eats my food.  And that can't happen.  I'm top peke around here.  Bella will be walking along and randomly vomit.  It's the most disgusting thing ever.  Girls. Don't. Vomit.  Ew.  Then, she's got this grodie eye  issue and Mommy has to clean her eyes every day.  Girl.  Seriously.  Eye boogers are d-i-s-g-u-s-t-i-n-g.  I mean, for real.  Do you see MEEEEEEEEEEEE walking around looking like I just walked out of a shelter?  Puh-lease.  That mutt has gained so much weight since she came in.  Proof she's eating my treats and my food.  Her coat is so much shinier than mine, too - and I'm not real pleased about that.  But whatevs.  She's probably baked in her own vomit.

Next, T.B.  What to say about her?  She's the senior citizen in the house.  Her tongue gets everything dirty and she takes up space on the edge of bed where I jump up.  I don't like that, but because she shares my name (Abbey), she's cool in my book.  But, she's gotta lay off the growling with the treats.  I dislike this.  Very much.

Saydie - UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!  This stupid yappie little dog.  She's such a bossie cow!  I mean seriously!  Just when I think I have her trained, she surprises me and yells at me.  She walks off with all my toys, she gets me in trouble, she steals my food, she claims all the cages (and still pukes in them).  AND, she's only got ONE eye.  What kind of dog can be pretty with ONE EYE?  Seriously, mom?  Are YOU the retarded one here?

Then, there's big fat ugly Fat Dog.  Fat dog is losing some weight and she's actually quite slender, but she still bows like a boat in the middle and her breath is - well, its just deathly.  Winnie tries to be all sweet and honestly, I think she's getting to her "end days" but I'm not about to admit that to anyone else ever again.  Winnie is nice and all, but she really does stink.  And she cries.  a lot.  Like, all the time.  It's so....weird.

Then, there's Penelope.  Princess poop.  Princess "stink eye."  Penelope is learning to give Saydie the stink eye more often with that one eyeball of her and I think I'm training her well, but she's got to learn to stop yelling at Saydie so MUCH!  She's making me CRAZ----EEEEE!  But, it's really funny when Saydie gets in trouble and Pene goes over and gets in her face and that stupid little tongue hangs out when she starts griping at Saydie.  For real.

On to the real stuff:

The new house is turning out well.  We LOVE the room.  Mommy and Daddy are going to build me my own castle.  Mommy said so.  She said Daddy is gonna stick it on the back of the house and it will be my very own room.  Okay, sort of.  I have to share it.  With the 5 other freak dogs.  (I mean, Pekingese.)

We have lots of land to play on and Mommy even says she's gonna buy me a goat or something.  I have no idea what that is, but it sounds like it will be fun to toss around.  When we get one, I'll post pics!

A new neighbor down the street has new puppies.  I think they're called Little Pirates or something.  Or maybe Pyreneates?  Pyreneese?  I don't know.  I can't wait to meet them.  I'm such a big girl that I can surely show them who's top dog around here.

Okay, so that's enough for now.  I think I'm gonna go back and check on my toys.  I think I smell Saydie.

Love, hugs, and kisses....

Princess Abbie...yes, The Fierce (of Whitewright)

Fat Dog - Going on a Diet...

Dear Readers:

I need your help.

Today, while I was at Mommy's computer, I found this article:

http://ireport.cnn.com/topics/739422?hpt=hp_c2

I want to make sure you read this, so I'm pasting it here: The obesity epidemic has struck the family dog and cat. Too many treats and not enough exercise have combined to make more than 50 percent of cats and dogs overweight or obese, according to the Association for Pet Obesity Prevention. 


Experts are seeing more obese pets than ever before, due partly to increased awareness about the dangers. It’s a serious problem. Overweight and obese pets are at higher risk for diabetes, joint pain, high blood pressure and other weight-related diseases and injuries, experts say. 


Pet owners, we want to hear from you. Do you have an overweight pet, or have you struggled with your cat or dog’s weight? Have you ever put your pet on a diet? Share your story, and any tips for other pet owners, along with a photo of your pet. If you have a weight-loss success story to share, we’d love to see before-and-after shots.


I'd like to call your attention to two images:

Now, when your silhouette begins to sag in the middle like that of a large boat, perhaps it's time to go on a diet.  "Boat Butt" as I've renamed her (Winnie) is in DIRE need of a diet.  I'm trying to get word to Mommy, but seriously - wouldn't you agree?  

BoatButt has the most rancid breath ever.  Mommy knows it, too.  GarbageMouth can walk into a room and simply open her mouth and you can smell her presence.  No being stealthy for that fat thing.  Not to mention, she can't walk without taking big gasps of air.  It's seriously gotta be hard work lugging around that many fat rolls.  Plus, I've tried to tell Mommy before that she's ugly and I don't like her, but she doesn't listen to me.  

I'm thinking of writing into CNN and talking about BoatButt.  She DOES need to go on a diet and I would SURELY appreciate the increase in treats on my end, too.  My beautiful coat needs them, anyway.

Well, for now...I'm signing off.  BoatButt is staring at the gate taunting me since Daddy favors her and lets her stay out during the day.  I'm gonna go find a way to get out, pee on the carpet and get back in here so Winnie will be to blame.

Love, hugs, and paws...

Abigail the Fierce.

/RAWR

Escape Artist Employment!

T.B. is an escape artist and I'm onto her little tricks!  For weeks now, I've been watching her.  She tries to act all sneaky and innocent, but I just KNOW she's up to something more sneaky and ninja-like!  I know because I can sense it with my super high powered Abbie sens-o-meter!

She got my little perch taken away because she likes to sit up on it and then jump over the couch.  Now, we just have a little round thing with a hose thingy holding the gate up and I'm very disappointed that I cannot jump over the edge and climb out when I want to.  T.B. on the other hand, just climbs out and then goes to Mommy and Daddy's room - where we aren't allowed anymore!

Yesterday though, Mommy slept ALLLLLLLLLLLLLL day and I got to stay in there a little bit.  There's all this new furniture in there and something on the wall that says "Silas."  I'm not sure what that means, but it looks like a throne that Mommy and Daddy are building for me.  Perhaps Silas is my regal name?

Mommy showed me a picture of Miran-duh-duh's dog and Aunt Stacey's new dog and I'm very disappointed that all of these people aren't picking me up for pet visits.  I need DESPERATELY to receive my weekly income of treats and I am more than annoyed that I have not yet received them.  I'm very willing to revoke island status if people don't start coughing up some treats!

For your reference, I like beef...and chicken...and lamb....and sweets....and bacon...and beef....and chicken....and marrow bones....and puperroni....and beef.....and chicken....

Changes in the house...

Last night, my Mommy must have realized I needed time to myself with her because she took me on a car ride to take Mimaw home.  I have been so stressed out with all the changes and Mommy has been stressed out too...so together, we needed some cuddle time to be able to form mommy/daughter lovies.

My mommy let me ride in the front seat and hang my head out the window and I was SO happy!  I had the wind in my beautiful hair and I was just so PLEASED to be spending time with Mommy.  After all, I AM her favorite!

This other Abby2 dog, (Mommy and Daddy call her T.B. - short for Too Bony, I think...) is slowly creeping into my spot though.  I am not fond of her and she eats my treats a lot.  She's very snippy, too.

I was trying to help her eat her treat the other day and she snapped at me and then she acted like I had done something wrong.  I was completely appalled, because DUH...I was here first and I DESERVE treats.  I like to help keep the floors clean, too...so I think it was only appropriate that I help her clean up what she wasn't eating.  She's a spoiled brat though...

Daddy got a picture of her the other day when she was cuddled up on Mommy's tummy.  P.S.  I'm not sure why Mommy is getting so fat, but something in her tummy is moving around and it's freaking me out a little bit.

Well, whatever is going on there though...Mommy needs to be checked out.  All of us girls in the house are fixed and we don't have weird things in our tummy moving...so I think Mommy has a giant parasite.  I used to have worms, too...so I can tell her that the little doggy bones you get for medicine aren't that bad tasting.  Maybe Mommy should try to take one of those...

Ironically though, she and Daddy seem to like the movement.  They got a bed and some other stuff in Mommy's "off limits room" (she calls it her office) just for this little parasite.  I don't understand why anyone would want to keep a parasite though.  When I have to go to the vets office, Mommy makes me take medicine to make sure I don't have those.  I think Mommy just knows that the medicine tastes like doggy treats and she doesn't want to steal them from me...

Anyway, that's it for today.  I'll write more when I can snag the laptop again.

Paws and Licks....

Abbie - ONE!