Being Abbye's Owner
Category: Abbye...
Posted Tuesday, September 04, 2007 at 10:38 PM [GMT-6]

Julie drew a cartoon illustrating a story emailed to her, and I can relate to it very well.

The people in our neighborhood who know Abbye by name outnumber those who know me by name approximately 10-to-1, I'd guess.

I generally rate a nod, perhaps a smile or a "how's it going?" on a good day, while Abbye's adoring public falls all over itself to gush over her.

A dentist who lives in our neighborhood and whose commute coincides with our morning walk recently told me, "you know, I need to stop someday and visit with Abbye. She's the most loved dog in the city." Seriously. I don't even know what that means.

Drivers slow down to stare (and smile) at the little fur-ball doing the imitation of a live pull-toy. I'll bet if you were to ask them five minutes later to describe the person on the other end of the leash, they'd say something like..."um...person?"

If I ever decide to switch from building websites to robbing banks to make a living (and in the process regaining my respectability), I'm taking Abbye along on the heists. I'd sail through every line-up.

Here's the ironic thing: Abbye couldn't care less. She's so much like a cat in that regard. You can fawn over her all you like and she won't give you the time of day. People chalk it up to her blindness, but I know she's just being a prima donna. But, you know, nobody listens to me. Nobody.