Or Abidagail or Webigail or Abbidy Dabbidy. Ok, you may know her as Abigail. Sunday was her birthday and she’s two now. Two full years of barking at the cat, peeing on the floor (ok, she doesn’t do that anymore), eating my prize winning shawls (she doesn’t do THAT anymore either), scarfing her food so that she throws it up (to be honest, she doesn’t do that anymore either), and waking me up at least half an hour before I want to be up.
She still smells like corn chips when she’s too long between baths. She is still crazy over peanut butter but can also be persuaded to eat: sweet potatoes, strawberries, bananas, celery, carrots, tomatoes, zucchini and squashes, blackberries, watermelon, cantaloupe, honey dew melon, oranges, lemons, limes, blueberries, cranberries, cilantro, parsley, corn, potatoes, bread, raspberries, cheese, chicken, parsnips, and even on occasion, lettuce. At least she is easy to feed. Unfortunately, she eyes you while you eat anything that looks tasty and apparently it is ALL tasty.
Of course, she demonstrated that she can still destroy SOMEthing, even if it isn’t my knitting. She chewed Rudolph’s nose off on her birthday. Yes, what a lovely present she gave me. Then again, I’m not sure why I ever expect her to behave.
Two Years of Evil