Remember Abby Jo? The little bichon we lost briefly last summer? She's back! Trotting around as though she isn't 107 years old, with a brain tumor. Leaping up into Riley's wing-back chair and falling soundly to sleep. Tormenting Boscoe by snuggling with Doug in Boscoe's snuggling spot.
She showed up Tuesday, shortly after we got back from St. Louis, and will go home Monday night.
The boys are miffed, and, next to the tiny girl, looking kind of cumbersome and big. They stand around awkwardly, and if they had pockets they'd jam their paws into them. They're just not sure what to do, what to think.
It's good for them. Teaches them to share.
Here's the post about losing her, last July. It's worth re-reading if only because it's so damn hair-raising.
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