The Annual "I'm Still Alive" Post
Hello blogger pups! Abby here!
I know it's been over a year now since I last posted. I just wanted to check in with y'all and say--I'm still doing great!
My humans tell me I've gotten a little more gray around the edges, but otherwise, there's nothing new to really report with me.
The picture collage above is of me a couple weeks before Christmas. I was snoozin' and the silly human girl had to put flashing box in my face. Yes, she still confuzzles me.
Sasha the annoying dog-who-is-still-considered-a-puppy lives in our house often. I've gotten used to her; she's kinda fun. She certainly steals attention from me, but that's alright, I'm old, I get it.
The humans speak ill of me at times. They say I get senile as I age and that I don't respect rules anymore...rules such as don't eat the batch of cookies on the counter, no going in the basement, don't make yourself at home on the girl's bed, don't go upstairs to eat the tootsie rolls out of the litter box.
Well. They probably do have a point, I do all that stuff...but you know, what's there to live for otherwise?
Alright I admit I don't get tootsie rolls anymore. They bought a baby gate. Come on! I'm 77 in dog years!
Sheesh. They'll be the end of me. But I still love 'em.
Hope you're all doing well puppers. Hopefully I can publish another post next year about how I'm doin'. By then I'll probably need mother goose glasses though.
Love to you all,
~Abby
I know it's been over a year now since I last posted. I just wanted to check in with y'all and say--I'm still doing great!
My humans tell me I've gotten a little more gray around the edges, but otherwise, there's nothing new to really report with me.
The picture collage above is of me a couple weeks before Christmas. I was snoozin' and the silly human girl had to put flashing box in my face. Yes, she still confuzzles me.
Sasha the annoying dog-who-is-still-considered-a-puppy lives in our house often. I've gotten used to her; she's kinda fun. She certainly steals attention from me, but that's alright, I'm old, I get it.
The humans speak ill of me at times. They say I get senile as I age and that I don't respect rules anymore...rules such as don't eat the batch of cookies on the counter, no going in the basement, don't make yourself at home on the girl's bed, don't go upstairs to eat the tootsie rolls out of the litter box.
Well. They probably do have a point, I do all that stuff...but you know, what's there to live for otherwise?
Alright I admit I don't get tootsie rolls anymore. They bought a baby gate. Come on! I'm 77 in dog years!
Sheesh. They'll be the end of me. But I still love 'em.
Hope you're all doing well puppers. Hopefully I can publish another post next year about how I'm doin'. By then I'll probably need mother goose glasses though.
Love to you all,
~Abby
