Throwback Thursday: Abby

Today, my sister Abby turns 4.  Seriously.  She's four.  According to all the dog books I've chewed on read, doggies are supposed to be adult and mature-like by the time they are four years old.

Abby has clearly not read these books.

"Who ya calling 'mature'?  Huh?"

*sigh*

I have a feeling that Abby is going to be a goof-a-doodle for her entire life.  But I love her anyway.  She IS my sister, and my bestest buddy.

So, in honor of my sister and to recognize the day of her birth, I present

Abby, the Early Days

At 5 weeks old, Abby wasn't quite 'done' yet, but Mom and Dad got their first glimpse of her.

She was already a handful!

At 8 weeks old, Abby was foisted upon us ready to go home

TaiChi the Wise immediately identified Abby as a trouble-maker and kept a watchful eye on little Lard-Butt

Dad, meanwhile, encouraged Abby's inherent goofiness.

I attempted to teach Abby about having respect for her elders...

Unfortunately, the only thing Abby seemed to learn was how to employ Jaws of Doom (yes, that is me, hiding from her)

Respect for her elders?  Yeah, um, so Abby never learned that lesson.

"Mom?  I have to put up with this thing for how long?!?"

"Abby, I'm going to eat you, and yet you are stepping on me, oblivious to my Jaws of Doom."  *sigh*

But Abby quickly learned  how to play like a real dog.

And as soon as she got the ear-flappage going, I knew I was going to like her.

"Abs, let me introduce you to this stuff called 'snow'"

She took to the snow like a doodle should, and the rest is history!

Happy birthday, Abby!   You are a cracker dog, and a whack-a-doodle, but you're the best big little sister a girl could have!

My, how you've grown!

"You're still going to have to wear the dreaded birthday hat, though..."

*kissey face*
-Fiona and Abby the Birthday Hippobottomus