Abby is my roommate this week. I’m dogsitting for Kendall and Emily as they are off enjoying the landscape, friends, and adventures in Montana for the week.
Abby is a chocolate lab. She’s pretty. And pretty hyper. And pretty in love with her ball. And pretty much will play fetch for as long as you throw the ball.
It’s going pretty well. She ran off on me once. As I followed her down the street, she would look back at me, forgo any obligation to respond to my calling, and continue on her way. She ended up at Wager’s where she had a friendly little growling match with their dogs before I dragged her back by the collar to her kennel.
She sleeps in bed with me. I was told this would happen, that she would sleep at the foot of my bed. That’s how it started – the foot of the bed. I think Abby realizes that I’m a pushover and not her owners so she’s pushing her limits. She lays down on the side of the bed and won’t move to allow me to crawl into bed. I crawl over her and she lets me have the side by the wall. And once my alarm goes off in the morning (and I crawl over her to grab it off the bedside table), there are no snooze possibilities. Abby makes sure I’m up when I’m supposed to be.
It’s a nice change of pace. I can talk to Abby instead of to myself. Games to play. Attention to give and receive. I think Abby will be happy to see her owners return … and get rid of that woman who laughs at her when her ball gets stuck under the china cabinet and squeezes her face affectionately.
there's no place like gnome. 
i freaking love dogs