Abigail (left) and her pal Peggy Sue, another rescue dog, are fierce protectors of their home in Temelec. submitted photo
(Alice Rogers, who runs Turtle Rescue, forwarded this letter to the Sonoma Valley Sun on behalf of Abigail, a dog who found a home with Rogers thanks to the efforts of Silky Rescue. This is Abigail’s thank-you note to the people at Silky Rescue. The woman referred to as “she” throughout the letter is, of course, Rogers.)
Hi Everybody,
It’s me, Abby.
You probably remember me as Penny or Abigail, Princess of Naught. It’s the same me only my friends call me Abby. She does too, except when she is mad. That only happens rarely (about once a day) now as she becomes trained.
I am all grown up now – about five years old and have turned into a really beautiful little dog. Everyone says so, even her. My coat is soft and silky but she is still having difficulty in telling what color my coat is.
I am in excellent health. The vet says so. I have had one ear infection and one tooth pulled when I went to the dentist.
I love to go for rides in the car and I don’t have to be in a cage because I don’t throw up now.
Mornings are fun here at Home. Peggy Sue and I scheme to waken her so we can have breakfast. I lead the way into the kitchen and Peggy Sue herds her from the back. I love breakfast because we get milk in our kibbles. I have to guard my dish from Peggy Sue, so I take each kibble out and place one every few inches around my dish. Then I drink the milk. Peggy Sue is not allowed any of my kibble and if she gets too close I growl like a lion.
She always tells us when company is coming. Me and Peggy Sue sit at the security gate and watch down the street. We usually can recognize the car or truck sounds and start alerting her when it is still pretty far away. Then we run out and greet the company with barks and wagging our tails. Peggy Sue has only a stub and I have a beautiful plumy type resembling a flag proudly whipping in the breeze.
Life here is really pretty nice. I have a big back yard which is “L” shaped, so there is much to guard. I have to constantly chase squirrels and birds and, of course, the moving rocks she calls turtles, but the rocks ignore me.
This is about all the news from me, Abby. I hope all the people who helped me find Home are well and happy. I think she feels the same.
