Heyy. I'm Abby. Well, of course my name is Abby. Anyways, I am a 4 year old golden/chow female dog. I was rescued from a shelter when I was 6 months old. My typist accually adopted me, and she was looking for a male dog. She stopped by my cage. I was sharing a cage with two of my brothers. One was jet black and less bulkey than I. And the other was a darker red, and poofy. Mom was looking at the jet black one, thinking of adopting him. But he had special needs, which cost thousands of dollars. She looked at my other brother. With his longer hair, she thought she'd have to groom him every day to keep his hair from matting up. Then, she looked at me. She fell in love with my dark, brown eyes. My speckled toungr hanging out from the side of my mouth, panting as though I was pleased. She adopted me. My origanal name was Izzy. But since mom personally disliked that name, she named me Abby.

With a little help from a professinal dog trainer, mom trained me to be a service dog. I can open doors, turn lights on and off, and I can even grab the phone when it rings, and bring it over to my owner. When moms uncle got shot in the knee while on a police mission thing, he was un-able to walk. Mom thought to herself- with all the training I gave this dog, she could help out with My uncle- So mom gave me to her uncle when I was 1 year old. I've lived with him since. And I love him <3