I am going to take a hot second today and tell you about how much I adore having a dog again. It took us awhile to be ready for a new dog after we lost Beatrix because we just loved her so darn much. Annabel, though, has been a total joy.
I guess there was that time when she was very little and Ben missed the call from the vet's office telling us she had worms and we thought she was just going to defile our deck in the most horrific way for the rest of her life (POWER WASHER FOR THE ABSOLUTE WIN), but then she took meds, and she's been really truly delightful ever since.
She IS kind of a biter (just your achilles tendon!) and a jumper and I don't usually let kids pet her at the playground (which! PARENTS! It is so nice that you have taught your kids to ask if they can pet a strange dog but also SOMETIMES THE ASNWER IS NO and stop being so JUDGY ABOUT IT) because of the jumping and the biting (it's just a nip! I swear! she thinks we're all puppies together!)
BUT. Like I was saying. UNQUALIFIED delight (ignore those qualifying paragraphs).
She loves to hold my hand (with her teeth. gently!) and walk on 2 legs like a toddler or a circus dog.
Wherever Dorothy is, ANNABEL IS THERE TOOShe loves to lounge on the girls' beds like one of the stuffies.
She adores a run in the dark.
Somedays she gets 3 runs-- 30 mins with me, 30 with Ben, and 30-ish with Jack, but most days she gets 2. Plus 4 15-minute walks. She is an excellent girl with this level of exercise.
I freaking LOVE her silly pigtail bows from the groomer
And! She tolerates our bullshit VERY WELL.
In short, she's perfection, and I am so happy we have her.











