Abby the Golden Turns 5

It seems like we were just on our way to Idaho to pick up a cute, furry faced puppy, and here we are celebrating her fifth trip around the sun.

She’s sweet. She’s lovable. She’s every bit quirky.

She’s a Momma’s girl that is perpetually on team Dad.

She loves swimming, rolling in dirt, her tennis ball(s) and all of her buddies. She’s got so much love to give, but hates my hugs.

She puts up with my hugs, but grunts, groans, scoffs and sometimes grumbles.

She is a talker; always talking. She walks through the house talking. She’ll sit on my feet, look straight up at me and tell me what’s on her mind.

Her deadpan stare has been perfected, and is almost always directed towards me.

When Dad torments her, scares or or just aggravates her, she runs to me for reassurance, but then quickly goes back for more.

She loves to make me jealous by hugging up on Dad, and making sure that I’m watching. If I am not, she patiently waits for me to look over, in which case, the hugging commences, once again.

Where I go, she goes, unless it’s summertime.

We live in Abby’s house; she puts up with us being in her space. She is well loved.

Happy anniversary to Abby the Golden.