Hello, my name is Abigail. My human parents call me "Abby". I was born on a farm in Clyde, Texas. My dog mother was an Old English Sheepdog and my dog father was a Poodle. So that makes me... A SHEEPADOODLE! Here is my baby picture.
I spent the first 4 1/2 months of my life on that farm in Clyde with my dog parents. I was able to roam outside all day and play among other farm animals. I napped in the dirt under an old pickup truck and rolled around in the mud puddles with my siblings. I never once wore a collar or leash or even had a real name. I ate every day from bowls filled by the Human Farmer Lady. I had to fight my way to a bowl every day (did I mention I had 12 brothers and sisters?)
All day long I just roamed around with the other farm animals, my dog parents, and my 12 brothers and sisters. But one by one my siblings started to disappear. New humans would come to visit our farm and then just like that, one or two of my siblings would be gone.
One day I was minding my own business and digging a hole in the ground when I was scooped up by the Human Farmer Lady. She gave me a bath and used a machine to dry my hair. That hair drying machine scared me to death! I hid under the porch but the Human Farmer Lady got me to come out. She carried me out to the yard where two new humans were waiting for me. They would later turn out to be my human parents. The New Human Lady held me and squeezed me and put her face in my fur. I thought she might be trying to eat me so I squirmed and squirmed but finally decided just give in to my fate. But the New Human Lady didn't eat me. Instead she was crying what she called happy tears. I later found out that I was supposed to be her Christmas present.
Suddenly, the New Human Lady squeezed me really hard and told me that she would be back for me. Then she was gone. In the weeks that followed, the Human Farmer Lady started calling me "Abby" and I was no longer allowed to roam around but spent a good deal of time in a crate. The Human Farmer Lady told me I had to be crate-trained in a month.
One rainy afternoon, the Human Farmer Lady took me out of my crate and gave me another bath and put a bow in my hair. She packed up all of my toys and drove me away in her old pickup truck. We pulled up to a gas station and I was handed over to my new human parents. They asked me to call them Mom and Dad. I was put in the back of their car in a crate. Good thing I was given a month to get accustomed to being in a crate! And just like that, my farm life was over.
We drove and drove and drove and drove. Finally, I was allowed to get out of the crate. Mom carried me into a little room and suddenly the room started moving! My first experience with an elevator. I hated it! When the room stopped moving, the door opened and Mom brought me into my new home in the city.
I am adjusting well to life in the city. I now love the elevator because that is how I am able to go outside. Instead of naps in the dirt I take naps on the reclining sofa with Dad. I have a bowl of food all to myself and I have learned that there will always be plenty of food for me. Every day I get to go somewhere new with Mom and Dad. I've already been to stores, restaurants, and even Mom and Dad's office.
This blog is about my life as a city dog in Austin, Texas. Thanks for reading my intro and I hope you enjoy my blog! -Downtown Abby
