So, by now if you have been reading my blog already – you have seen
a few LOTS of pictures of my puppy, Abby.
Abby is 6 years old. She is a collie mix. She was rescued from a humane society in Wisconsin when she was about 12 weeks old.
Apparently 4 girl dogs and 3 boy dogs got together and produced 21 puppies. There were ones that looked like black labs, and then Abby and her barky sister, who looked like collies with the white collar and paws.
When I went to look at the puppies and see if one of them was the right one for me, my little sister and Dad came with me. We went to a lady’s house who was caring for the puppies because the humane society didn’t have a building, they relied on foster homes for their dogs until they could be adopted. It was December and cold outside. Unfortunately, the puppies were kept outside. It was really sad to see. The lady let all the puppies out of their communal cage and they started running around. Abby made a beline for the tractor and hid underneath it. There was also a huge potbelly pig (named Tank!) chasing all the puppies. While I was checking out the puppies, trying to see if there was one that I liked and appeared to have a good disposition, we started noticing blood on the puppies. Oh my gosh, we figured the pig was biting the puppies. But, as we looked at the puppies more, they didn’t have bite marks on them and didn’t appear to be hurt. Then, we realized that one of the puppies bit the pig in his manhood area! That will show him for chasing puppies!
While all ths was happening, my little sister had dragged Abby out from underneath the tractor and was holding her in her arms. “Katie, come over and check this one out.” “Oh, she is cute, Laura. Wait it is a she, right?” Turned over the puppy, ummm what is that? I don’t think it is a boy puppy. Now, you have to remember that at this time I was just finishing my first semester of medical school and I can’t even tell if this is a boy dog! Well, I used all my medical knowledge, examined the puppy and determined she had an umbilical hernia. In humans, not really a big deal, but at this time I had no idea what that meant for a puppy. Also, I am still in school and have no money for expensive vet bills. I started crying because I think I knew this puppy was supposed to be with me. I was worried someone would come and adopt her before I could figure out what her umbilical hernia might mean. My Dad reassured me that it would be ok and if she was mine, she would still be there when we came back.
So, we left the puppy there, and drove to Eau Claire, which was about 20 minutes away. There were some of the other puppies from the same litter trying to be adopted at a store in town that Dad thought I should check out too. We went, there was a puppy that looked exactly like Abby, but was barking the entire time! So, she was Abby’s barky sister, not the dog for me. We headed to Borders Bookstore, where I looked up in a dog book about umbilical hernia, it seemed like it might not be a big deal. Just to be sure, we called our family vet that had taken care of Mandy, the dog we had when I was growing up. He assured us that it wasn’t a big deal and they usually resolve on their own or when we have her fixed, he could take care of it at that time. So, we drove back to the farm, I went back to the outside kennel, scooped Abby up, and carried her in my arms to the front door of the foster Mom’s house and said “This is my puppy.” And she has been ever since!
Abby always liked to ‘hide’ under the table. . .
A dog is the only thing on earth that will love you more than you love yourself. ~ Josh Billings
Dogs are not our whole life, but they make our lives whole. ~ Roger Caras
Anybody who doesn’t know what soap tastes like never washed a dog. -Franklin P. Jones
There is no snooze button on a dog who wants breakfast. -Unknown
A house is not a home until it has a dog. -Gerald Durrell
Whoever said you can’t buy happiness forgot about puppies. -Gene Hill