Oh my poor Bella. She has not been very social for a couple of days. We have skipped the park and she doesn't even want her Dunkin Donuts Munchkins... Because of her mood, I'm not getting my much needed exercise which is making me not very social either. She's been lying in her pen ignoring the home populous for two days now. I was starting to think my pup may be depressed. For the life of me I couldn't figure out why until this morning. OMG!! My baby is in HEAT!!!
According to experts; there are three stages of this doggy menstrual cycle. She is in the "spotting" stage called Proestrus. I knew it would happen but as a mom you don't want to have that talk or deal with the thought of your kid having kids. My Bella is not ready for puppies and neither am I. Even though the thought of 10 or 12 little Bella's running around is sweet, I'd lose my freakin' mind!! So would she. I have limited her access to the entire house; a beige couch is not conducive to this particular situation. She is comfortable but not liking only 2 rooms to hang out in. It's really making her incorrigible. She's been whining at me and speaking her mind since we woke up this morning. Enough already!!! Bella sounds like Chewbacca when she gets upset. I feel bad, but it's so funny to hear. My son thought I was watching one of the Star Wars movies today. I said "No, it's just Bella complaining again". I told my husband and he suggested I give her my Pamprin. Hmmm... men think they're funny when it is just not so.
My poor spoiled Bella...She is very upset and if she was able to, I think she'd call my husband and plead her case. I know she wants to file a complaint against me with PetCo. The girls there love Bella and I'm thinking they may be on her side suggesting a blanket over the couch or something. However, I'm not having it!! I looked into Doggie Diapers but then I read somewhere that for a dog of her size, Depends are a better route to take. I'm sorry but I cannot picture my Bella in a diaper. It seems like she'd be very against this idea too. She is a very dignified young lady and I cannot see myself trying to put a damn diaper on her. I believe I may get away without actual puncture wounds, but I think there may be some serious lacerations on my person by the time we were done. I'd also be afraid my son would be trying to videotape the whole incident and put us on YouTube. He thinks my pain is comedic material. TEENAGERS!!!
Oh well, according to these experts the next stage is the one I really need to worry about; Estrus. This is when she is going to be trying to sneak out and see all the boys in the neighborhood. I'm not sure if it is a coincidence or not, but there was a brown and white Pitbull at the end of my driveway today. He appeared to be looking all innocent out for a stroll but I'm thinking he may have been looking for my girl. "Sorry man. She's not your type. Go home." That's what I wanted to tell him but he had some seriously big teeth and I decided I would just let him go on his way. I know male dogs can be quite persistent when trying to hook up on these occasions so I'm keeping Bella under lock and key.
I''m hoping this Proestrus only lasts a few days. The estimated time for the "spotting" stage is 4 to 7 days. After that she is super flirty and will need a chastity belt against all her potential suitors. The last stage is Anestrus which is what I'm looking forward to. That is when the spotting is done, her amourous thoughts will be gone and she'll simply have good ole PMS like the rest of us females!! Then her attitude will be "Leave me the hell alone". For Bella this terrible cycle won't return for another 6 to 7 months. Blessed Be!!!!
Unfortunately for males of our species, this cycle hits us once a month!! "Everyone, please say a prayer for my Bella." She will get through this turmoil and become a woman soon. Maybe in a year or two we will let her actually date one of her admirers which could lead to a loving relationship. At that point we can enjoy 10 or 12 little Bella's running around. But for now, I have to wear earplugs to bed because Chewbacca is in the house!!!!!!!
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
The Dog Walks Me
It's been awhile since Bella and I sat down to discuss future posts. Believe it or not, she has some definite input on what I am allowed to share with the world. I'm not allowed to talk about her fear of rugs, her lack of warning until someone is already at the door, her dislike for hats of any kind and her dislike of the Sodastream machine. It's absolutely hilarious to see a dog try to wrestle with a vacuum also...(Bella is growling so I don't think she wanted me to reveal that)... I'm just saying.
We have taken on a new endeavor. The dog has started walking me every afternoon while Brie is at school. It is a halfhearted effort on my part to lose the 30 "love pounds" I've gained so far in this blessed union with my husband Matthew. At this rate I better not stay married for more than 10 years or I'm going to be on one of those intervention shows for not being able to fit through the damn door. It cracks me up how so many people say "So what you've gained a few pounds, he loves you for you". Yes, well we'll see how far that goes if I get heavier than him!!! I will avoid that with Bella's help. Since I plan on staying married to this man until the day I take my last breath I better get the diet train on track!!
It is impossible to walk this 100 lb monster of a pup without a choke chain. I was thoroughly against them until I got dragged across the yard a few times on my butt trying to hold her back. Now the choke chain is a gift from the big puppy Gods. I use a double handle leash which serves us well. It is helping her learn not to zig zag in front of me and I can guide her back to my side where she is still learning to walk in a straight line. We did invest in an Easy walk harness thingymagiggie but if my husband isn't home I cannot figure out how to put it on the dog. As embarrassing as this may be, technologically advanced I am not. The harness is still rather large for her anyway. She hasn't grown into her "girth" yet. She is more like a Greyhound than a Great Dane. Hopefully, no supermodels read my blog and get offended but I call her my starving supermodel because she is absolutely gorgeous but too skinny in my opinion. All the experts say she is perfect so I can't argue with the Vets but I'd like to see her put some meat on her bones. I guess after about another year she'll start to fill out.
I'm discovering how nice it is to walk with Bella as long as no one comes near us. There are some interesting characters in our travels. The trenchcoat man was no way getting near this dog. She turned into KUJO and was actually foaming at the mouth to try and get a better look at him. How embarrassing when you're dog is so obvious about how creepy someone is. I have to admit I wanted to study his face to see if maybe he was on an episode of America's Most Wanted or Cops. If we see him again, I will be sure to walk her in the grass on the opposite side near the river. That way I can tackle her to the ground in the grass instead of on the pavement. That really hurts. Another person who caught Bella's attention was a nice older woman who seemed very nice and really wanted to pet Bella. She would have been able to if not for the flowerpot-looking hat on her head. It seems she was making a fashion statement of some sort, but since I'm not up on trends, I was unaware of what that statement was. Nonetheless, Bella didn't like the hat at all and started growling and trying to jump on the poor woman! I believe she only wanted to tear the hat to shreds, not the woman, but I will have to find a chew toy that looks like that hat. It would keep her busy for a day or two. Again, next time we see her, we'll be walking in the grass near the river. We will have to see what tomorrow's walk brings. It is supposed to be in the mid 60s so there will probably be quite a few potential hazards at the park tomorrow. We'll have to see....
We have taken on a new endeavor. The dog has started walking me every afternoon while Brie is at school. It is a halfhearted effort on my part to lose the 30 "love pounds" I've gained so far in this blessed union with my husband Matthew. At this rate I better not stay married for more than 10 years or I'm going to be on one of those intervention shows for not being able to fit through the damn door. It cracks me up how so many people say "So what you've gained a few pounds, he loves you for you". Yes, well we'll see how far that goes if I get heavier than him!!! I will avoid that with Bella's help. Since I plan on staying married to this man until the day I take my last breath I better get the diet train on track!!
It is impossible to walk this 100 lb monster of a pup without a choke chain. I was thoroughly against them until I got dragged across the yard a few times on my butt trying to hold her back. Now the choke chain is a gift from the big puppy Gods. I use a double handle leash which serves us well. It is helping her learn not to zig zag in front of me and I can guide her back to my side where she is still learning to walk in a straight line. We did invest in an Easy walk harness thingymagiggie but if my husband isn't home I cannot figure out how to put it on the dog. As embarrassing as this may be, technologically advanced I am not. The harness is still rather large for her anyway. She hasn't grown into her "girth" yet. She is more like a Greyhound than a Great Dane. Hopefully, no supermodels read my blog and get offended but I call her my starving supermodel because she is absolutely gorgeous but too skinny in my opinion. All the experts say she is perfect so I can't argue with the Vets but I'd like to see her put some meat on her bones. I guess after about another year she'll start to fill out.
I'm discovering how nice it is to walk with Bella as long as no one comes near us. There are some interesting characters in our travels. The trenchcoat man was no way getting near this dog. She turned into KUJO and was actually foaming at the mouth to try and get a better look at him. How embarrassing when you're dog is so obvious about how creepy someone is. I have to admit I wanted to study his face to see if maybe he was on an episode of America's Most Wanted or Cops. If we see him again, I will be sure to walk her in the grass on the opposite side near the river. That way I can tackle her to the ground in the grass instead of on the pavement. That really hurts. Another person who caught Bella's attention was a nice older woman who seemed very nice and really wanted to pet Bella. She would have been able to if not for the flowerpot-looking hat on her head. It seems she was making a fashion statement of some sort, but since I'm not up on trends, I was unaware of what that statement was. Nonetheless, Bella didn't like the hat at all and started growling and trying to jump on the poor woman! I believe she only wanted to tear the hat to shreds, not the woman, but I will have to find a chew toy that looks like that hat. It would keep her busy for a day or two. Again, next time we see her, we'll be walking in the grass near the river. We will have to see what tomorrow's walk brings. It is supposed to be in the mid 60s so there will probably be quite a few potential hazards at the park tomorrow. We'll have to see....
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
OK NOW WHERE IS MY PHONE!!!
I was really beginning to think Bella's habit of trying to eat anything inedible was coming to an end. I was proven terribly wrong the other day. I've given up on stopping the ingestion of part of her blanket a couple times a week. I found these really cute $3.00 blankets that she adores. Each one lasts about a month between the shredding, drooling and tearing. Once she starts tearing off little tidbits and chews on them for more than a minute, momma takes the blanket away for a day and she drags the other 3 around the house showing me she'll behave and only lay on them. We are on blanket #8 as of this morning. Brianna's bathrobe happens to be about the right texture and I noticed this morning there were a couple of claw marks through it. I'm guessimating Brianna left the robe on the couch last night and Bella mistook it for her own. We will have to find another purple robe ASAP!
As I sit here and type I see that I'm going to have to take the leapord print blanket away next. Bella is two feet away growling and whining at the blanket while she chews on a piece. This is her telling the blanket it's seen its last sunrise. Which brings me back to my story. I managed to get my phone back before it too was ingested.
I am infamous for losing my phone; my poor husband Matthew, and best friend Lori can attest to this. I can go two days with no phone before I realize I misplaced it. Usually it is in one of the vehicles under the seat, down the couch or underneath the bed, sometimes even in a laundry basket in the laundry room. I am so bad at keeping track of it. Well the other day, I was really conscious of my phone because I was waiting for an important call and I knew I left it on the table in the living room. The table happens to be shorter than Bella so she can grab whatever she wants off of it. Usually there isn't much there so we are safe. She's never taken a phone so far so I thought nothing of leaving it there. It is so wrong to underestimate this dog.
Bella is lying on the floor and I notice she's chewing very quietly but I haven't given her a treat. It looks like she's having some difficulty so I go over and just as I'm about to pry open her drooly jowls, the phone starts to ring and "YOU GUESSED IT". There is my phone in her mouth. It scared the dickens out of the pup and instead of dropping it she makes a mad dash for the hallway and "surprize"... right up the stairs. I am halling butt after this gazelle of a dog and by the time I get to the top step she is down the hall, facing me with her head to the ground and her butt in the air challenging me to come and get her. She's growling and her tail is whacking into the wall on each side in quite an exuberant manner. I can see it in her eyes "Catch me if you can". Silly me, I take the bait every time but I really needed to get that phone. I don't think she can swallow a whole phone, but after the $2000.00 potpouri incident I didn't want to take any chances. Of course, I dive for the dog, the dog runs over my back and bounds down the steps in three leaps. I swear she has deer in her bloodline somewhere. As I head down the steps; cautiously two at a time, I have an epiphany. I pick up the house phone and dial my cell.
If you could have seen how fast this dog stopped, I swear she left skid marks on the rug. She looks at me and her eyes are so wide she looks like a caricature. All of a sudden, she starts shaking her head rapidly and growling while she jumps up on her hind legs. With one big snap of her head the phone comes sailing out and as I duck it slams into the wall behind me. This is reminiscent of when my sister flung scissors at my head when we were unruly teenagers putting away the groceries... but that's another story. MY POOR PHONE. I was positive it was destroyed. Bella and I both walk slowly over to the phone wondering what we are going to find when suddenly it starts beeping. I had a text message!! YEAH! My phone is still working. There is drool dripping down the wall and as I pick up the phone from the carpet, it slips out of my hand because, lets just say slimey is an understatement for anything this dog drops from her jowls. After toweling off the phone, it is good as new.. Well almost. On closer inspection, there are some teeth marks in the rubber backing, there are a few scratches across the front so texting could be a bit challenging, but it's still in one piece.
I better warn my husband when he gets home this weekend. He and the boy have been playing PS3 quite a bit lately; some new game "Twisted Metal". I don't think those controllers are much bigger than my phone... HHHMMM I dont' really care for video games anyway. Maybe we'll just see what happens the next time they leave those controllers on that little living room table.
As I sit here and type I see that I'm going to have to take the leapord print blanket away next. Bella is two feet away growling and whining at the blanket while she chews on a piece. This is her telling the blanket it's seen its last sunrise. Which brings me back to my story. I managed to get my phone back before it too was ingested.
I am infamous for losing my phone; my poor husband Matthew, and best friend Lori can attest to this. I can go two days with no phone before I realize I misplaced it. Usually it is in one of the vehicles under the seat, down the couch or underneath the bed, sometimes even in a laundry basket in the laundry room. I am so bad at keeping track of it. Well the other day, I was really conscious of my phone because I was waiting for an important call and I knew I left it on the table in the living room. The table happens to be shorter than Bella so she can grab whatever she wants off of it. Usually there isn't much there so we are safe. She's never taken a phone so far so I thought nothing of leaving it there. It is so wrong to underestimate this dog.
Bella is lying on the floor and I notice she's chewing very quietly but I haven't given her a treat. It looks like she's having some difficulty so I go over and just as I'm about to pry open her drooly jowls, the phone starts to ring and "YOU GUESSED IT". There is my phone in her mouth. It scared the dickens out of the pup and instead of dropping it she makes a mad dash for the hallway and "surprize"... right up the stairs. I am halling butt after this gazelle of a dog and by the time I get to the top step she is down the hall, facing me with her head to the ground and her butt in the air challenging me to come and get her. She's growling and her tail is whacking into the wall on each side in quite an exuberant manner. I can see it in her eyes "Catch me if you can". Silly me, I take the bait every time but I really needed to get that phone. I don't think she can swallow a whole phone, but after the $2000.00 potpouri incident I didn't want to take any chances. Of course, I dive for the dog, the dog runs over my back and bounds down the steps in three leaps. I swear she has deer in her bloodline somewhere. As I head down the steps; cautiously two at a time, I have an epiphany. I pick up the house phone and dial my cell.
If you could have seen how fast this dog stopped, I swear she left skid marks on the rug. She looks at me and her eyes are so wide she looks like a caricature. All of a sudden, she starts shaking her head rapidly and growling while she jumps up on her hind legs. With one big snap of her head the phone comes sailing out and as I duck it slams into the wall behind me. This is reminiscent of when my sister flung scissors at my head when we were unruly teenagers putting away the groceries... but that's another story. MY POOR PHONE. I was positive it was destroyed. Bella and I both walk slowly over to the phone wondering what we are going to find when suddenly it starts beeping. I had a text message!! YEAH! My phone is still working. There is drool dripping down the wall and as I pick up the phone from the carpet, it slips out of my hand because, lets just say slimey is an understatement for anything this dog drops from her jowls. After toweling off the phone, it is good as new.. Well almost. On closer inspection, there are some teeth marks in the rubber backing, there are a few scratches across the front so texting could be a bit challenging, but it's still in one piece.
I better warn my husband when he gets home this weekend. He and the boy have been playing PS3 quite a bit lately; some new game "Twisted Metal". I don't think those controllers are much bigger than my phone... HHHMMM I dont' really care for video games anyway. Maybe we'll just see what happens the next time they leave those controllers on that little living room table.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
What Happened to my Whacky DOG!!!
My poor Bella has not had a very pleasant time of it the past week or so. First the Pats gave away the Superbowl; Can we say "How do Gronkowski, Welker and Branch all drop the ball in the same game?" Oh well, there is always next year right. To make matters worse I never did get my hands on a Giants Jersey for Bella to chew up during the game but she kept herself busy chewing on a pair of slippers in our room away from our guests. And no they weren't my Pink Pig Slippers "Thanks to all who came to our Superbowl Party" I thought it was a smash and boy was I SMASHED!!! Anyway back to the topic of this entry. Our home has been Sick People Central.
First Brianna was not feeling well and as four year olds do, sneezing and coughing all over everyone. Most of the time she uses her manners but after being up night after night the poor kid's arm was probably tired from covering her mouth. Matthew came down with her symptoms next, then Sean, and last of all Me. Bella has been mommy's nurse for four days now. This pup has not left my side. She hasn't gotten much sleep due to my coughing and sneezing, moaning and complaining (I do not take being sick well). She has finally starting whining a bit herself but has been quite a good little trooper up to this point. I noticed every time I cough or clear my throat the dog has begun rolling her eyes. She's thinking "Enough is enough already".
She's really been on her best behavior. The only inanimate and inedible objects she's eaten lately are one of her chew toys; which according to Petco is safe for her to ingest, a small piece of one of her many blankets she drags around to her nap stations periodically, and she did get one of Brianna's socks because I couldnt' get off the couch quick enough to grab it. I swear I saw a smile on that dog's face as I tried miserably to lift my head off the pillow and command she drop the sock. She devoured it not even 4 feet in front of me and I could not do a thing about it. Besides that, chasing and biting the cat has been at a rare minimum. The daring dane has only gotten up to inspect the food on the counter a couple times in the past few days. I'm assuming dry toast is not appealing to her. Barking at every little thing has stopped because she can't figure out why I shriek in agony and bury my head under the couch pillows when she barks lately. She cocks her head sideways and looks at me wondering why there are tears streaming from my bloodshot eyes. It's because my ears are ready to burst and the migraine or sinus pain is unbearable with a whisper; nevermind a deep bark that can wake the dead!!! Over the past couple of days she has resorted to lying next to me and putting a paw on top of my head as if to remind me I cannot simply die. I need to get up and put ice cubes in her dish or fill her food bowl. She is actually prancing in front of the front door to go out and do her business rather than bark in my face. It's definitely a plus from pre-illness. More than once, I mistook her need to urinate as a prelude to tearing my throat out. Needless to say she never would but when nature calls, the Devil Dog is Alive!!!
This being sick thing may be good afterall. Maybe I can trick Bella into continuing her moderately good behavior for a bit longer while I recover from my tuberculosis like symptoms!!!!! (They say its allergies not the flu HAA!!!) Then again, I kinda miss not knowing what the big girl is going to do next. The kids are actually asking what I did to the dog? I think they are afraid I may do something similar to them? Not really sure but while I convalesce I will enjoy the normalcy of my whacky loveable dog. I just fear retribution is going to be hell. Then again, it will just give me more to write about. OK, time to go take more meds!!!!!!!!! If any of you have similar experiences with your whacky loveable pups send me a comment. Be back with you all soon :)
First Brianna was not feeling well and as four year olds do, sneezing and coughing all over everyone. Most of the time she uses her manners but after being up night after night the poor kid's arm was probably tired from covering her mouth. Matthew came down with her symptoms next, then Sean, and last of all Me. Bella has been mommy's nurse for four days now. This pup has not left my side. She hasn't gotten much sleep due to my coughing and sneezing, moaning and complaining (I do not take being sick well). She has finally starting whining a bit herself but has been quite a good little trooper up to this point. I noticed every time I cough or clear my throat the dog has begun rolling her eyes. She's thinking "Enough is enough already".
She's really been on her best behavior. The only inanimate and inedible objects she's eaten lately are one of her chew toys; which according to Petco is safe for her to ingest, a small piece of one of her many blankets she drags around to her nap stations periodically, and she did get one of Brianna's socks because I couldnt' get off the couch quick enough to grab it. I swear I saw a smile on that dog's face as I tried miserably to lift my head off the pillow and command she drop the sock. She devoured it not even 4 feet in front of me and I could not do a thing about it. Besides that, chasing and biting the cat has been at a rare minimum. The daring dane has only gotten up to inspect the food on the counter a couple times in the past few days. I'm assuming dry toast is not appealing to her. Barking at every little thing has stopped because she can't figure out why I shriek in agony and bury my head under the couch pillows when she barks lately. She cocks her head sideways and looks at me wondering why there are tears streaming from my bloodshot eyes. It's because my ears are ready to burst and the migraine or sinus pain is unbearable with a whisper; nevermind a deep bark that can wake the dead!!! Over the past couple of days she has resorted to lying next to me and putting a paw on top of my head as if to remind me I cannot simply die. I need to get up and put ice cubes in her dish or fill her food bowl. She is actually prancing in front of the front door to go out and do her business rather than bark in my face. It's definitely a plus from pre-illness. More than once, I mistook her need to urinate as a prelude to tearing my throat out. Needless to say she never would but when nature calls, the Devil Dog is Alive!!!
This being sick thing may be good afterall. Maybe I can trick Bella into continuing her moderately good behavior for a bit longer while I recover from my tuberculosis like symptoms!!!!! (They say its allergies not the flu HAA!!!) Then again, I kinda miss not knowing what the big girl is going to do next. The kids are actually asking what I did to the dog? I think they are afraid I may do something similar to them? Not really sure but while I convalesce I will enjoy the normalcy of my whacky loveable dog. I just fear retribution is going to be hell. Then again, it will just give me more to write about. OK, time to go take more meds!!!!!!!!! If any of you have similar experiences with your whacky loveable pups send me a comment. Be back with you all soon :)
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
How Much Do We Love our Bella???
Hello again friends. This post is dedicated primarily to those of my readers who have a loving dog in their life who is like their kid. A pup's love is as unconditional as a child's love. No matter what kind of home they live in, how they are treated, or how many times they get put in "time out", a dog will always come for a treat, will always miss you when you're gone, and wait patiently by the door for you to come home. My Bella can be a handful but today she reminded me of that unconditional love and how much of a child she is.
Often times, I'm still figuring out how to plan my day since staying home with the kids. Bella tries to give me ideas in her own little way. This dog will drag a shirt out of the laundry basket which tells me I need to do a batch of clothes. Bella will pull a coat off the back of a chair showing me it's time to go for a ride in the truck. Other times, she will pull pillows and blankets off the couch letting me know they are in her way because she wants to lie down. Today she was simply being a little kid..
I was cleaning up after breakfast and Bella was barking up a storm. When I entered the living room, she was lying down on the couch under her blanket barking for no apparent reason. I went over and asked her what was the matter. I knew she'd had her treat, gone out to do her business, and she had already played with her tennis ball. I sat down next to her and rubbed her head asking "What's the matter my girl?" She stretched out, laid across my lap and promptly went to sleep. She just wanted me to be with her for her nap. I just sat there patting her head and talking to her quietly about what a good dog she was. I stayed with her for about half an hour and then decided it was time to get back to my daily task list.
While I was sitting there I found myself thinking of when my son was small. We used to sit and cuddle on the couch and I would tell him how proud I was of him, what a good boy he was, etc. Sitting with Bella today was like sharing a special moment with your kids. My son Sean turned 15 today and I was thinking about how fast he's growing up and how much he's "grown" away from mommy now that he's a teenager. I guess I was missing those times. Bella knew just what to do to make mommy feel better. Sometimes a dog just knows when a parent needs to be reminded of their child's unconditional love.
Thanks for reading...come back soon :)
Often times, I'm still figuring out how to plan my day since staying home with the kids. Bella tries to give me ideas in her own little way. This dog will drag a shirt out of the laundry basket which tells me I need to do a batch of clothes. Bella will pull a coat off the back of a chair showing me it's time to go for a ride in the truck. Other times, she will pull pillows and blankets off the couch letting me know they are in her way because she wants to lie down. Today she was simply being a little kid..
I was cleaning up after breakfast and Bella was barking up a storm. When I entered the living room, she was lying down on the couch under her blanket barking for no apparent reason. I went over and asked her what was the matter. I knew she'd had her treat, gone out to do her business, and she had already played with her tennis ball. I sat down next to her and rubbed her head asking "What's the matter my girl?" She stretched out, laid across my lap and promptly went to sleep. She just wanted me to be with her for her nap. I just sat there patting her head and talking to her quietly about what a good dog she was. I stayed with her for about half an hour and then decided it was time to get back to my daily task list.
While I was sitting there I found myself thinking of when my son was small. We used to sit and cuddle on the couch and I would tell him how proud I was of him, what a good boy he was, etc. Sitting with Bella today was like sharing a special moment with your kids. My son Sean turned 15 today and I was thinking about how fast he's growing up and how much he's "grown" away from mommy now that he's a teenager. I guess I was missing those times. Bella knew just what to do to make mommy feel better. Sometimes a dog just knows when a parent needs to be reminded of their child's unconditional love.
Thanks for reading...come back soon :)
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Bella's Chasing Her Tail Again
I never realized how lethal a dog's tail could be. Lady Bella has a whip attached to her butt! It is very funny to see a dog as big as my girl spinning in circles to catch her tail. Since she has grown and the tail has also, all she needs to do now is turn her head slightly and take a chomp. Unlike some dogs who chase their tails, Bella doesn't really have to work at it to get ahold of that thing. She will wake up sometimes and her tail looks more appetizing than her tug toy so she puts it in her mouth and the race is on. Once she has ahold, watch out.
When she was smaller, I don't believe she realized the white tip is attached. If she caught a glimpse of it she would growl and attack. It was a foreign object that needed to be destroyed. We were all very puzzled watching her when this occurred because the initial bite seemed quite painful but instead of saying to herself "oh maybe I don't want to do that" she would growl and yelp taking a more vicious run at it. She would sit there biting it repeatedly, showing this tail who was boss. She has grown out of that finally.
Now the tail is her first line of defense. She uses it for evasive maneuvers while trying to avoid capture. As mischievous as Bella is suffice it to say, she is in time out quite often. She has learned by accident once she is in a spin, no one is brave enough to try and grab her. The tail is no longer an enemy but her ally against the dreaded pen. She does not like going in her pen anymore for any reason whatsoever. I noticed today how deliberate this tail spin is. She was chasing our cat Suzie today in an attempt to bite her tail too. The cat does not like this game. Of course I don't allow it either which bothers Bella. I was on the move to stop her which means we play "ring around the rosie" around the kitchen island until I catch Bella or I fall down when she screams by like a racecar with legs instead of wheels. Today I got whipped like a ragdoll. As she flew by, I grabbed for her collar and she went for her tail immediately going into a full tilt 360. After being pulled off my feet and slammed into the side of the island she realized I'd let go and stopped the spin only to smack me right in the face with that tail! OUCH...Talk about adding insult to injury.
Keep in mind the reason for this matchup was to rescue the damn cat. I stood up having decided the dog can do what she wants for the next five minutes until my head stops spinning. I look up to see Suzie sitting on the island watching this scene. The cat is cleaning her paw and Bella comes over and licks her furry little face. I wonder sometimes what those two are planning next.
When she was smaller, I don't believe she realized the white tip is attached. If she caught a glimpse of it she would growl and attack. It was a foreign object that needed to be destroyed. We were all very puzzled watching her when this occurred because the initial bite seemed quite painful but instead of saying to herself "oh maybe I don't want to do that" she would growl and yelp taking a more vicious run at it. She would sit there biting it repeatedly, showing this tail who was boss. She has grown out of that finally.
Now the tail is her first line of defense. She uses it for evasive maneuvers while trying to avoid capture. As mischievous as Bella is suffice it to say, she is in time out quite often. She has learned by accident once she is in a spin, no one is brave enough to try and grab her. The tail is no longer an enemy but her ally against the dreaded pen. She does not like going in her pen anymore for any reason whatsoever. I noticed today how deliberate this tail spin is. She was chasing our cat Suzie today in an attempt to bite her tail too. The cat does not like this game. Of course I don't allow it either which bothers Bella. I was on the move to stop her which means we play "ring around the rosie" around the kitchen island until I catch Bella or I fall down when she screams by like a racecar with legs instead of wheels. Today I got whipped like a ragdoll. As she flew by, I grabbed for her collar and she went for her tail immediately going into a full tilt 360. After being pulled off my feet and slammed into the side of the island she realized I'd let go and stopped the spin only to smack me right in the face with that tail! OUCH...Talk about adding insult to injury.
Keep in mind the reason for this matchup was to rescue the damn cat. I stood up having decided the dog can do what she wants for the next five minutes until my head stops spinning. I look up to see Suzie sitting on the island watching this scene. The cat is cleaning her paw and Bella comes over and licks her furry little face. I wonder sometimes what those two are planning next.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Turning Bella into a Pats Fan
As stated on my Facebook page recently, Bella is not a football fan. I'm starting to think it's not really anything to do with football but the fact that when football is on no one pays attention to her. This is not acceptable human behavior. Last night my hubby and son were playing Madden on PS3. Bella wasn't interested at first but once she tried getting their attention, a few times to no avail she came to get mommy to help her with this task.
I guess pulling me off the bar stool in the kitchen was her way of saying "back me up here". I explained to her when the boys are playing Madden; leave them alone. She didn't get it. She went back to the living room and tried blocking their view by jumping around in front of the TV and growling at their feet. Since the TV is an 83" monstrosity, that didn't work very well. They simply ignored her and continued taking jabs at each other about the others lack of sporting prowess and the dog continued ranting and raving.
Being a female I figured, I'd clue her in. Once there is a game on of any sort;, whether it be a video game, rerun of last week's highlights on ESPN, a team they don't really follow, or an actual Patriots game, there is no amount of moaning, crying, pouting, stomping, yelling and screaming. OOPS; I meant barking or growling that is going to get their attention until the game is over or at least a reprieve meaning a commercial. Good luck puppy dog - If a tantrum doesn't work for mommy it isn't going to work for you!!!
Now the question is, what do we do for the Superbowl!!! Maybe we will put her in a Giants jersey and call it a day... At least she'll have something to chew on while the rest of us watch the game.
I guess pulling me off the bar stool in the kitchen was her way of saying "back me up here". I explained to her when the boys are playing Madden; leave them alone. She didn't get it. She went back to the living room and tried blocking their view by jumping around in front of the TV and growling at their feet. Since the TV is an 83" monstrosity, that didn't work very well. They simply ignored her and continued taking jabs at each other about the others lack of sporting prowess and the dog continued ranting and raving.
Being a female I figured, I'd clue her in. Once there is a game on of any sort;, whether it be a video game, rerun of last week's highlights on ESPN, a team they don't really follow, or an actual Patriots game, there is no amount of moaning, crying, pouting, stomping, yelling and screaming. OOPS; I meant barking or growling that is going to get their attention until the game is over or at least a reprieve meaning a commercial. Good luck puppy dog - If a tantrum doesn't work for mommy it isn't going to work for you!!!
Now the question is, what do we do for the Superbowl!!! Maybe we will put her in a Giants jersey and call it a day... At least she'll have something to chew on while the rest of us watch the game.
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