I finally realized it truly is a dogs world.
I figured this out after I got to the pavilion at the Mississipi camp. I was aproached by Barbie who had a bag in her hand. She tells me "I've been waiting here for hours." I thought, maybe I was going to get a present. But no, it was a gift for Abbey. Barbie had toys, treats and chew bones and they were all for Abbey. Barbie, Abbey says thank you very much.
Here's a pic of the spoiled brat on our way to Arkansas. Think she's comfortable?
I started to think about it. Everywhere I went, Abbey was the one that got all the attention. I had been to the Arkansas Crappie.com camp the previous weekend, and then I spent the whole week at Sardis Lake in Mississippi. I brought a large 2 gallon bag of dog food for Abbey. I had a cup of dog food available for her at all times, and she touched absolutly none of it. None of it in all of the ten days! How was she surviving? Well, all the treats and human food she received explained that!
This is "the look".
She was at camp! There was a sucker around every corner. Those sad eyes of hers looking up at you was all she needed and you were hooked. I'm convinced she could survive all on her own, anywhere. She does not need me; she needs a human audience that'll feed and take care of her. And she's found many, at each and every crappie camp she's attended.
But I have to say, she is well mannered. Canepole and Brenda were very impressed. When Yankee Doodler put a plate of his smoked sausage wrapped in bacon on top of a picnic table in front of her, she stared intently at it. But would not touch it no matter how close her nose was to that plate. She knew that soon enough her interest in it would be noticed by one of the many humans around her, and one of them would soon snap off a portion and hand it to her. Sure enough she got her share.
Pictured here, hiding behind Abbey is the lovely Barbie. The one who inspired this story and helped me come to this realization.
So here's a few more photos taken of Abbey during our latest Crappie.com trip through Arkansas and Mississippi. She truely has been a wonderful travel companion and fishing partner.
Abbey on the way to fish.
Abbey napping in my hoodie while we fish.
She's actually a great dog while on the boat, too. A short haired dog like Abbey gets a little cold, particularly on those cool mornings on the water. So most of the morning she'll lay under my jacket on the back deck. Once it warms up she climbs out from under the jacket and sun bathes. Occationally she'll come and visit us fishermen on the boat, pretty much just to say "hi." Then she'll go back to the business of sun bathing. Then at about noon she'll come and ask for a drink of water. But that's it. No potty making, no pestering, no getting in the way of fishing at all. Got to love that.
I went out with Yikess and his brother Jeff (pictured above). Abbey needed a warm lap for the drive out and found one!
And yes, Abbey did bring us luck. Here's a nice one Jeff caught.
I do have to say though, the only one getting more attention on this Arkansas/Mississipi trip than Abbey was
Billbob.
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