Abbey Road here.
Anyway even though my reputation precedes me (beauty and spunk does that to a gal), I thought I should give you guys a little face-time, you know introduce myself properly.
Here goes nothin’.
I am a seven-year-old black Lab/Pitbull mix, and you better believe I look better than most seven-year-olds out there. Born in Atlanta and raised in Summit County, I am a mountain girl through and through…no leash, just flannel vests, 14ers (I’ve summited four…) and a lot of ‘tude.
Mr. A is my human, although Paige kidnaps me all the time for adventures that sometimes end with us (hem hem…HER) running from Mountain Goats and other times they end with me swimming out to sea (Lake Dillon) after tennis balls…Paige had to swim out to get me. It was embarrassing.
I live and breath for cheese and if you ask me nicely, I just might give you a high-five for a nibble of that Kraft Single I see you snacking on. I live by one rule…tennis balls are a girls’ best accessory. You should always have at least one in your mouth every time you leave the house…heck if you’re as fancy as me you might have TWO in your mouth at one time. That’s right, I said TWO.
I’ve been called a loner, though I prefer independent, but I can’t get enough of my best bud, Rome. We talk to each other and snuggle and growl and chase moose and squirrels and marmots, heck we even do art projects! Just the other day, Rome and I helped Paige and Mer spray paint picture frames for Mer and Jimmy’s wedding…the paw prints on the frames? True artistic beauty.
Anyway, it was nice chatting, but I need to get back to announcing the squirrel that I just treed…ok it was already in the tree, but I made you aware of his Peeping Tom antics.
Love and squirrels,