I snap pictures of Bella, the cutest little red Toy Poodle you’ve ever seen, all the time. Sometimes I use my camera. Sometimes I use the camera on my phone. Whichever camera is closest the moment that Bella does something extra cute is the one that I grab, however, it seems she is always doing something cute.
At the beginning of March 2010, when Alyssa draaaaaagged me to see the four week old red Toy Poodle she just HAD to have, I must say that Bella was just a tiny ball of fur that I knew would eat, bark and poop all the time. I didn’t have high hopes.
I was right.
Bella loves to chew things she shouldn’t be chewing, so “being careful” where things are placed is an understatement.
I wasn’t very happy with myself for giving into Alyssa’s begging for a dog until I let down my defenses and we bonded. Bella was there in the middle of the night giving me comfort when my PTSD flashbacks were literally driving me crazy. How can a value be placed on that type of connection? You can’t because it’s priceless.
Now she is more my dog than Alyssa’s dog and I can’t imagine being without her. Not only do we have the “my hair matches her fur exactly” thing going on, but she saves me from being entirely alone. Bella is a pro at making me laugh and providing comfort. She is never far away and spends a large majority of time sitting quietly on my lap.
Well, since the rain is pouring down in bucket fulls outside and it is still dark, I’m going to catch a few hours of sleep which is exactly what Bella has been doing for hours.
“Wake up Bella. I’m ready to go to bed now.”
Of course I talk to Bella. She understands every word I say to her!