It
has been a little while since we have posted a blog entry for Bella. Reason being up until about a week ago she’s
actually been a pretty good dog. Short
term miracles are a blessing with her.
As expected, short lived is the important phrase here. She is back to her terrible self again. I guess she tired of the concept of leaving
Brianna’s toys alone but that is another entry. She has also tired of the
concept that Suzie has a right to have her tail dry and fluffy; not wet and
yucked up from Bella nipping and chomping on it at will. Suzie does not appreciate being stepped on
and squished to the floor simply because Bella decides this is a fun way to
surprise the Cat while she is sleeping in front of the slider. Since Brie has gotten comfortable with being
able to leave a baby doll or stuffed animal around Bella had learned those
things were off limits. The Cat is
supposed to be off limits too. She has
also learned that even though she wants to roam free she has to be on a leash
or chained up when she goes outside.
Giving this dog chances is like walking down the street naked and
expecting not to get arrested. ..You just don’t do it!
The
monster dog decided to go for a little stroll over to my neighbor’s house the
other day and wouldn’t come back. When I
finally chased her down in his back yard, she kept looking over her shoulder at
me and galloping a few more feet away, turning around putting her head to the
ground, butt in the air and barking at me like a rabid beast; important to note
the tail has been profusely wagging throughout this little neighborhood
jaunt. Apparently she thinks it is a
game to have mommy chase her around the area in 90+ degrees of horrid heat and
humidity, sweating my butt off and not exactly enjoying the trip to the grouchy
neighbors. I finally gave up the chase,
told her under no uncertain circumstances that if she didn’t find her way back
to her own house, the truck would be waiting to bring her spoiled butt to the
pound once and for all and I would deal with Daddy’s wrath when he got
home. I lived through crashing his truck
so dropping the dog off might be a little worse but at this point, figured I
could take it.
Now,
everyone knows this dog is my ‘kid’ and I would never drop one of my kids off
at the “pound” so it was definitely an idol threat but I was at the end of my
rope with Bella the Brat!!! I turned my
back on her, began the trek back to our driveway and marched up the hill to the
homestead. I must have been muttering
quite loudly or she knew when mommy turned tail and headed off in a huff the
hound dog was in serious doo doo. Like
a supersonic boom, all I felt was a blast of hot air as the crazy dog passed me
at about Mach10!! Like a shot she headed
up the hill and parked her butt on the front porch for me to get up that damn
hill!!! As I got to her, she leaped
nearly over my head; I had to duck, and
around the back of the house. She
thought the game was still in progress apparently. I was so aggravated at this point I simply
went in the house, took her water dish, filled it with fresh water and ice
cubes and stuck it on the front steps. I
went back in the nice cool and cozy house and went about my daily routine.
It could
have backfired but this dog is not an outdoorsy type; just like her momma. I knew in the heat, racing laps around the
house to annoy me, running up to the deck barking and jumping on the door just
to take off again, as I open the door would wear her out sooner or later….sure
enough not 10 minutes later, I hear whining and woofing at the front door. I walked to the door and opened it up for
her to come in. She came in and flopped
herself right there in the living room next to the vent for the air
conditioning. I think
she stayed there for over an hour. I
ignored her, Brianna brought her some ice cubes that she gobbled up and baby
Bella went to sleep.
Sometimes, letting kids learn their own lesson is the best way to teach
them right from wrong. Moral of the
story: If you are a lap dog and live
comfortably in central air for 99% of your day, it is not too bright to take
off on your mom in scalding heat because she may not let you back in the house
until she’s ready!!! Then again, this
morning I got up and apparently Bella decided to get back at me. Her leash was chewed to shreds sitting next
to the front door with one of Brianna’s stuffed animals missing its head with
stuffing all over the place! I disposed
of the evidence before Brianna saw the crime scene. All I could do was sigh, and say those famous
last words “DAMN DOG”… and our day begins
J
If you have a crazy dog like mine, drop me a note
and tell us about them. Loveable
monsters are the best creatures in my book.
Thanks for reading. Check back
soon, I’m sure Bella will have created more chaos. It is her MO
