If you had told me that we’d be celebrating having Abby for a year I wouldn’t have believed you. I can’t believe how quickly time has gone! Last year, the Man was still sleeping on the floor outside her crate so she wouldn’t cry all night, and we were fighting with baby gates and pee accidents. Then also, of course, was figuring out that her legs are ridiculously long and lead to LOTS of trouble.
Now, of course, we’ve upgrade to a shoe/remote control/cordless phone eater who has to have her toys rotated so she doesn’t get bored, and has a penchant for sleeping on our bed IN BETWEEN US (which, what spoiled dog doesn’t??) or blatantly stealing my spot in bed in the morning.
But you know what? Despite the countless eaten shoes and dug up garden beds and muddy paw prints and torn up toys strewn about the house, I wouldn’t change anything for the world. I couldn’t be a prouder rescue mom.