I'm Abby and I'm the new pup in town. Let me tell you that the town just hasn't been the same since my arrival!

As of this writing, I'm almost four months old and I'm quite full of myself. Dad says that I'm one dog with a lot of 'tude.

I was born about four months ago in Michigan . Now I don't remember a whole lot about the experience, but one day a couple of my siblings and I were put in a pile in a horse trailer and shipped out. Now this was kind of cool as it was warm and the smells were terrific, and best of all we just hung out in a puppy pile in the front of the trailer.

Well we rolled along for a quite a while and then pulled into someplace called Joliet Illinois at something called a field trial. Now both my mom and dad were pretty familiar with these things, but they didn't really brief me on them so I didn't know what to expect. I saw dogs come and go from the trailer and all I can say is that it was cold when that door opened.

It didn't take long to figure out that I wasn't going to running in the field trail (after all I was only 8 weeks old for Pete's sake), but this big hairy guy came and picked me up and took me away from my brothers and sisters. Worse yet, he had really cold hands. I guess he was going to be part of my new family.

After about ten stops to go potty and around eight hours of travel, we arrived at my new home in Minnesota. The place seemed a bit strange at first.

There were three other older dogs here. There was Jessie, who is an almost thirteen year old liver and white female (although my humans call her brown dog). She is in charge and she took little time in letting me know this. Apparently she has dealt extensively with puppies and knew exactly how to keep me in line. A girl just can't catch a break!

Charles is the oldest of the group at fourteen and a half and possibly the crabbiest. He's usually quite nice to me, that is until I stick a paw in his eye or bite him on the rear-end, then he uses his teeth for evil and not good! He is also Jessie's enforcer and will insert himself anytime I may be getting the better of Jessie. The engagement ends very quickly and I go back to playing with my toys. He and I have since come to an agreement; whatever Chuck says (I can call him Chuck as I am a close personal friend) I listen to.

Sam is the youngest in the house at around five. She is a monster in size, but loves to play bite-face with me. When I first arrived she was none to pleased to see me. Apparently she considers herself the "baby" of the family and I was going to get in the way of this. It took a couple of weeks for her to really warm up to me, but she then realized that we could play and play together and this was good. All in all she's a pretty good egg.

My first trip to the farm came a few days after I arrived. I got to run with the big dogs for almost a half hour and then they took me over and put out a bird for me. I ran some more and caught my first whiff of that bird and I pointed!! It was something of a creepy feeling when my leg levitated into the air by itself, but my new people sure thought it was cool.

Since that time, we've been to the farm a few times, but its just way too cold and it get too dark too fast to go there every night. I can't wait until spring and I've heard dad say the same thing!

I've learned a lot in the last few months. I can now finally jump up on the couch. At first it was a bit frustrating because I just seemed to run into the couch (or under the couch which was a personal favorite). They one day I realized that if I lifted my front legs when I jumped, I could fly through the air and land on the couch. My first experience of doing this got me so excited, I fell off. I must have hit my head or something because it took me another week before I could do it again, but once I did, I decided that I wanted to fly just about everywhere.

So, for now that's my story, but I've got a long story ahead of me. Stop back and check on my progress. SeeYaBye!