When I was a little puppy, she showed me the best places in the woods to do our business. She taught me how to look adorable, so Liz would give us treats. She was my role model for "sit, stay and heal." We ate together, slept side by side, and flew in an airplane without our humans all the way to London.
Sometimes, we got into trouble, like the time we chased rabbits in England and upset Liz. (Dad told her it was "just instinct.") Abbey tried to teach me how to climb up on the kitchen counter and steal pork chops, sandwiches and whole loaves of bread. But, I was never as quick as she was.
Abbey died while we were living in England. She was almost 14. Now, I don't have anyone to play with, except for my human mom and dad. I want a puppy!
Grace
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| Aunt Abbey (right) and me in Cornwall, UK |
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