Abbey got a big head

My husband reblogged a video about a dog rescued from a dog fighting ring. After he warned me not to watch it, of course, I did… and cried my eyes out. The video is heartbreaking in and of itself but the most terrible thing is that the little guy the story focuses on reminds me of my Abbey.

A loving, devoted, a bit awkward socially, funny, smart doggie who found her forever home with us.

Abbey is also a rescued dog. From California to Puyallup, her life before us will remain a mystery. Since we got her, we’ve witnessed a surprising amount of firsts for a two year old. We saw her learn how to swim, take her first lick of peanut butter, understand “sit", “stay", “be good" and others that are a work in progress.

A work in progress, like us, like her, like my husband, like me. I wish all the doggies that got dealt an abusive human by fate could get another chance and not die in the process. The door Abbey opened in my life would have never been spotted otherwise if it wasn’t for her.