Abby has become a “wonder-dog” companion for our family. Every day, I give her a chance to run away. Every day, she sticks around the house, lying in the sun in several locations around the yard. This old hound comfortably keeps an eye on the comings and goings of our home. If it’s raining or snowing, she’s lying in a bed of dry grass under the trash trailer.
I may not know where she is, but I know she sees me. She loves to snuggle in the La-Z-Boy with me. At night, she sleeps on the wide-open floor at the foot of our bed. No fancy, fluffy Costco dog bed for her. She snores, farts, whimpers, runs and rolls around in her sleep.
Abby has awakened us several times in the middle of the night with a tired, hoarse bark. Because there was something outside that gave her the creeps.
Abby is loved and been hugged by all six of our grandchildren. Who are scattered across America.