{"id":572,"date":"2018-02-07T21:10:06","date_gmt":"2018-02-08T05:10:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/causeandeffectdogtraining.com\/blog\/?p=572"},"modified":"2020-11-17T22:36:02","modified_gmt":"2020-11-18T06:36:02","slug":"abbey-she-was-everything-that-is-good","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/causeandeffectdogtraining.com\/blog\/2018\/02\/07\/abbey-she-was-everything-that-is-good\/","title":{"rendered":"Abbey- She was everything that is good"},"content":{"rendered":"

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H<\/a>er long piano fingers did not fit the rest of her body.\u00a0 \u00a0She had a stout football players body with these long elegant toes<\/p>\n

When she was near me, she needed to touch me. with one of her front paws. and she also wanted me to touch her. \u00a0she just wanted to feel my body on her in some small way<\/p>\n

Her squawk when she wanted something. \u00a0she would just lay on her bed and squawk at me, beckoning me to come to her<\/p>\n

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she loved to squeeze tennis balls in her mouth. \u00a0she looked like she was eating a devilish chocholate cake , in so much bliss.<\/div>\n
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How she loved me most of all. she really really only wanted her mama<\/div>\n
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\u00a0She corrected dogs verbally with a loud squeech. she never ever hurt them but her squeech was as effective as a bite.<\/div>\n
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She flirted with many dogs. \u00a0 standing stiff for one second then loose wag body flriting. a cougar girl.<\/div>\n
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Years ago, when she was in the foster home- \u00a0and I went to pick up Sonny to walk, she did not yet go with me- but she still ALWAYS ran to the fence when she saw me arrive, with a huge red kong in her mouth and shook it right at me, \u00a0with a serious shine in her eyes and massive grin on her face<\/div>\n
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She had a small unique group of people she just adored. Silvia, \u00a0Kate, Beth.\u00a0 \u00a0She just lit up when she saw them.\u00a0 Others she liked or was neutral about<\/div>\n
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She also made it clear when she was not so sure about someone. \u00a0spatially sensitive . \u00a0do not kiss her right on the head if she does not know you well. \u00a0 who would do that ?! \u00a0she never ever bit but she sure did do a surprisingly snap<\/div>\n
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Her first foster mom ,Astrid says about her – “Oh Abbey!! What a special great girl! The first memory that springs to mind is her first day with me when she slept for over 12 hours straight! I would go to check on her, wondering if she was alright and then she would let out this big deep snore!”<\/div>\n
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She and Madeline were instant friends. \u00a0no tension ever. The older\u00a0 wise sister was always thougthful and strong in her abiding subtle advocacy of Abbey<\/div>\n
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Patrick annoyed her and enthralled her. \u00a0total kindred souls. they existed in the same silent world. she \u201cgot him\u201d. \u00a0and she taught him a lot. \u00a0he trusted her above all else. \u00a0never an aggression. Siblings for sure<\/div>\n
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She knew when I was not okay. that is all. \u00a0she knew and it worried her a lot. she could not be herself or relax when I was not okay<\/div>\n
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That HUGE smile. \u00a0it took over her whole face.<\/div>\n
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The day she went through Sarah\u2019s window. ( foster time years ago). because Sarah left with her dog Maddox. \u00a0and she was very anxious. and then once outside on the Oakland street- she saw a cat and took detour from the anxiety \ud83d\ude42 \u00a0she brought out the whole neighborhood.\u00a0 She had the cat cornered under a car. the cat was just scratching her face over and over again. \u00a0Abbey got all the wounds and the cat- nada. \u00a0but the people outside saw a bloody pit and called the police! \u00a0Sarah turned around and got Miss Abbey out of her adventure.<\/div>\n
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She veered toward people on her walks only if she wanted to get pet. \u00a0Usually the person would have already been making their way to her. and then she was so so subtle in askng for attention- she would just stand silently right next to them. they often needed me to tell them that she wanted to get pet. \u00a0and then she would not move from them. \u00a0so stubborn to me and welcoming to them.<\/div>\n
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Another thing she did in her last year or so , when she did not want to walk anymore- she would act overly interested in sniffing a bush. \u00a0like it was the best smelling bush that she had to spend minutes at, she just was using it as a distraction from walking more<\/div>\n
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She resisted the wagon years ago when she had a acl tear, she tried to jump right out. the last several months here. 2017- she loved the wagon. she got right in and snuggled down in the blanket. It became her throne.<\/div>\n
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How her big tongue hung out to the side or in front ( the front tip) when she was oh- so- satisfied<\/div>\n
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The front of her tongue had was cut off from the cat, under the car, biting or scratching at it.\u00a0 her battle scar!<\/div>\n
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Her big snoopy nose<\/div>\n
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When she completely rolled in dank mud and looked exactly like a pig<\/div>\n
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She barked orders at me. when she wanted attention, when she wanted to get up from her bed, when she was lonely for me<\/div>\n
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Her old lady waddle walk.<\/div>\n
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She loved for me to provoke with the big broom. \u00a0she hated and loved that broom<\/div>\n
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She was so\u00a0 dog appropriate. her deafness had no deficiency. \u00a0she was perfect in her posture and communication to all dogs. \u00a0standing still, wag, flirt, sqwak. \u00a0all her communication had no conflict. super super clear<\/div>\n
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She was an old lady and did the cross country trip 2016 summer like a fucking warrior<\/div>\n
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Her almond shaped eyes<\/div>\n
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The day in the hills she got out of my truck , unloading the pack dogs,, no vibrating collar on! \u00a0and meandered away for a good long while . Oh I my heart! then she literally just meandered back to the truck in her own good time; ( our first month together)<\/div>\n
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\u00a0She would fall over like a weeble wobble. ( when we began to play and she would lose balance). \u00a0it hurt my heart so much to see her fall. \u00a0but how she got right back up and wanted to play- in true Bull Terrier spirit<\/div>\n
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One time, early in her adoption ,Lucille went after her\u00a0 strong, fight ensued for freakin 1 minute because Abbey, 1\/2 Lucille\u2019s size, was on top of her and giving it back to her hard.\u00a0 It surprised the hell out of Lucille and fight ended. \u00a0 There was never another fight again between these 2 bull heads<\/div>\n
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\u00a0She waddled down the ramps slow . \u00a0how she would often not come back up but wait for me to get her from the side. I never quite understood why<\/div>\n
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\u00a0I hung ropes from many trees hidden off trails in various east bay parks and she KNEW a hundred or more yards from the various spots that we were approaching the rope in the tree and she would start waddling\/running , so so excited, and by the time I would catch up with her, she was either hanging by the rope or if she could not catch it- she was screeching like a banshee to try to get it. \u00a0 people might pass by and they either laughed or looked very concerned. \u00a0One of my best memories ever!<\/div>\n
\u00a0The Sausal Creek trail rope swings were her favorite. \u00a0She and Lucille would be be making so much noise. \u00a0Lucille was barking like a maniac AT ABBEY, loving her intense fixation. Abbey would scoff at her with a big quick \u00a0verbal correction when Lucille started jumping too close to her rope cause all Abbey cared about was getting that rope. \u00a0Pretty amazing that a Bull Terrier and a American Bulldog in the height of adreneline never once fought. I think Lucille admired Abbey so much in these moments of Bullish tenacity!<\/div>\n
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Her big pink belly<\/div>\n
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Her short stout body<\/div>\n
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Her soft white coat<\/div>\n
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\u00a0She loved intact male dogs. in her senior years especially- so freaking cute to see her go from hum drum on a walk and then we encounter a dog with balls, and she perks right up. \u00a0looking good lady. \u00a0doing her very best flirting poses. \u00a0she did this with many other dogs too, puppies- she loved them. she really was a dog\u2019s dog.\u00a0 more at ease with dogs, \u00a0a bit particular with us humans.<\/div>\n
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She loved riding up front with me. \u00a0After Lucille and Madeline passed,she took over co-pilot. oftentimes her head on my lap.<\/div>\n
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She would voraciouly hump me when she was so excited, usually when I got home, sometimes when she was nervous like at the vets. she always had a good solid grip on me, \u00a0she was a hoot! \u00a0when she would see me bend over on my knees, she would often try to get on me. \u00a0i joked that I should put this on my dog training you tube channel. she did not do it to dominate , I honestly think she just need to express her andrenalized JOY at seeing me come home. \u00a0she would also occasionally bite nibble between my shoulder blades when she was on me. so inappropriate!<\/div>\n
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The way she ran, like a little mechanical dog.\u00a0 I used the remote colllar on her, the months before she passed to ensure she would follow me. -it was like operating a mechanical dog. she is not moving, I press a button for vibrate\u00a0 and she starts to move like a perfectly obedient mechanical dog.<\/div>\n
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People were very drawn to her in her old age. She had her big flower collar on , often a pink coat, and she was very slow. \u00a0she would gravitate toward any human that was looking at her sweetly . when she got to them, she would just stand there, and they did not quite know what to make of that. I told them she was asking to be pet. \u00a0and so they pet her, and the whole while, she is just standing there still while they pet her. and then she won\u2019t leave them, \u00a0she does not kiss them or really look at them, but she continues to stand stoically enjoying every moment.<\/div>\n
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She tolerated every needle, medicine, probing that I had to do to her the last year with her kidney disease. oh it was so so hard on us. \u00a0 but she never once tried to bite me. she never would. I was her mama after all. I am so sorry my dear little girl for all those needles. I just wanted you to feel as well as possible.<\/div>\n
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Her gummy mouth, \u00a0all her teeth were worn out. \u00a0gummy lovey mouth . she liked to do corn row nibbles on me when she was expressing big love.<\/div>\n
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Her snore. especially when the last little bit of her tongue hung out.<\/div>\n
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The depth of devotion she had for me. \u00a0I was her everything. I was her mama. her protector, her best friend. \u00a0I will cherish every precious moment with you my baby girl.<\/div>\n
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Her long piano fingers did not fit the rest of her body.\u00a0 \u00a0She had a stout football players body with these long elegant toes When she was near me, she needed to touch me. with one of her front paws. and she also wanted me to touch her. \u00a0she just wanted to feel my body … <\/p>\n

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