Ol' Mud Head!

It was quite the week, pups! I know you know what I mean when I say that three days of doggie daycare in a single week can really tire out a pup. I also know that you know what I mean when I say, "Welcome, Mud Season."

Yes, even here in my urban environs I have been known to appreciate an excellent muddy field or two.

Today, Friday, my last day this week at doggie daycare, we had quite the rain storm. For the most part, today's playtime was in the indoor playspace, but my staff, being the excellent caretakers they are, realized that we needed to get out during breaks in the weather to take care of business.

Pups, I did the best "taking care of business" of my entire life. As soon as my staff opened that door, I shot out into Mudville, completing my zoomies in record time, rolling in the mud, and burrowing my "snout" (as if).

My staff was in the process of cleaning me up when Mom came through the door to pick me up. Most of my body was clean, but they had not yet tried my head (really, pups, anyone who knows me knows that, unless your name is Mom, coming at my head with a towel is likely to leave you short a hand or two).

I trotted out of there with Mom, muddy head and all!

Yours in cuteness,
Abby

World Peace and a Flossie.

Those are the two things I wish for on my birthday. I already got my third wish ... Jed woke up, saw the pouring rain, and decided that today, my birthday, was going to be a "work from home" day!

Let's get this party started!!

Yours in cuteness,
Seven-year-old Abby

Hey all you Ohio peeps - repeal BSL!

Read, and if you agree, please support. Most of us are excellent ambassadors to the breed, or the mixed breed. I'd love to travel to see my grandparents without bringing along my fake papers. Not that I have fake papers.

Repeal BSL in Ohio, please

Yours in undeniable cuteness,
Abby

Incomplete Research.

Continuing with the "bed" theme of my recent diary entry, along with the statistical analysis of my three-year-old human cousin's activity level conducted by yours truly at Christmas, I would like to take note of a recent blog from my very own hometown paper, The Baltimore Sun.

This entry discusses a CDC article in the wildly popular "Emerging Infectious Diseases" journal outlining a recent study on diseases transmitted to people by their pets. The article states, "Even the most well-groomed and healthy-looking pets can carry dangerous bacteria, parasites and viruses that could cause serious illness ...."

(I should take this moment to mention that the views expressed in this particular doggie diary entry in no way reflect the views of this particular doggie.)

Although I still am perusing my EID issue ... a thrilling page-turner, really ... I find no mention of the fact that even the most well-groomed and healthy-looking peeps can carry dangerous bacteria, parasites, and viruses that could cause serious illness to their pups. Not only does it leave out the subtleties of the average urban dweller like Mom and my great friend Jed, but it also makes no mention of the more obvious nefarious peeps (the average frat guy, urban or not, comes to mind).

I expected more from the CDC staff. Just where are my tax dollars going?

Yours in cuteness,
Abby

Yours Truly, Ms. Thoughtful.

After gulping my breakfast way too quickly and then racing around the house like a madpup, I went back upstairs to get some snooze-time in my oh-so-comfy bed, next to Mom's almost-as-comfy bed.

Suddenly, pups, and without warning, I got the urka-gurkas! I quickly jumped out of my bed and on to Mom's bed to lose my lunch, so to speak (it was actually my breakfast, not yet digested if you must know).

As my great friend Jed was cleaning things up, I went over and licked Mom's face. You see, she's been feeling quite under the weather for the past couple of days, and I didn't want her to have to go to the trouble of cleaning my bed when it's so much easier just to throw the sheets and comforter from the big bed in the wash. (You'll note that I also avoided mussing the wood floors, as well.)

Yours in cuteness,
Abby

Alert!

We stopped by my doggie boutique on our walk today to pick up a new bag of food for moi, and were shocked to find a sign on the door: Building closed for rennovations; will reopen Feb. 2.

ZOIKS!

Sound the blackout siren! Sound the tornado alarm! Ring the Tip Jar Bell! Blow the dreaded-tug-boat-toot horn! This is an emergency of the greatest proportion, especially when the lights didn't pop on and the door didn't open after my repeated snorting in the crack of the doggie boutique door!

Fortunately for both of us, Mom googled other food distributors when we returned from our walk, and there is one not too far north of her work. Guess we both know where she's heading on Tuesday afternoon!

Yours in cuteness, hoping not to starve another day (I only have 1/2-bag of food left, after all),
Abby

My Latest Research Results.

During an extensive three-day study, I examined: (1) amount of time exposed to "stimulus," (2) amount of nap-time taken by "stimulus," (3) amount of nap time taken by me due to the nap time taken by "stimulus," (4) sum of the percent of increased amount of doggie food provided at my meals and the additional food dropped on the floor by "stimulus," and (5) the number of kisses provided to me by "stimulus" subtracted from the number of kisses provided to "stimulus" by me.

I have compared my study results both qualitatively and quantitatively. I generated results using SPSS software. And pups, I have reached what I am sure is a conclusive, challenge-proof, result-based conclusion: one day with a three-year-old boy is indeed more exhausting than one day at doggie daycare with thirty other pups.

Yours in cuteness, relieved to be back in my quiet abode,
Abby

Alert! Alert!

Call DSS (Doggie Social Services)! Call GFJSS (Great Friend Jed Social Services)! We want to nap, and Mom is washing the flannel sheets!

Yours in cuteness,
Abby

Pups Who Love Snow.

Sigh. I am a PWLS. I am also a PWDNLR (Pup Who Does Not Love Rain).

Based on these parameters, it appears that I live in the wrong area of the country, at least this weekend.

Sigh.

Yours in cuteness,
Abby

Hey, All You BSL Fans!

They put me in with the big dogs today, pups, because my exuberant personality was more exuberant than usual, and I know you know what I mean when I say if you can't play with the big dogs don't come to my doggie daycare!

My daily progress report states: "Abby played great today with Xena (Rottweiler), Champ (pit mix) and Roxy (pit mix). She ran around the yard with the pack, in her element and in charge as usual."

As I was saying, if you can't play with the big dogs ....

Pups, we in the Abby household don't get political often, er, at all, to be honest. But one thing we feel strongly about is the stupidity of BSL (except in the case of a certain papillon named Bear, but that's a story for another day).

After all, what if they start coming after beagle/blue heeler mixes?

Yours in cuteness,
Abby