Thursday, December 14, 2006

Bella Baby

Today is a special day.. its Bella's second birthday. It was my grandmother McGaughey's birthday as well.
Bella just loved it when dad kept saying to her ,"it was her birthday"! She danced around on her back legs and smiled , as he gushed about her and how pretty she was. She is such a ham. ha
She has been chewing on a big bone the size of NEW YORK, and I have no idea where she keeps it during the day, but it seems to get found by her, in the early morning hours and sometimes in the evenings.
We have given her little bones to chew on, and once in a while she will bury them in the soil of my potted plants. She knows what to do to save them for later,
I would never look there for her bone. But she sure does make a mess when she goes to retrieve it. ha.
One of the things she hates is for me to turn on the vacuum. She will bark at it and try to bite the vacuum cleaner bag. One day I accidentally vacuumed up one of her squeaky toys.. She really let out a squeal when I did that. I had never heard her make that sound before. She just stood there and watch my ever move, as I disassembled the head of the vacuum, to retrieve her squeaky toy. After I untangled the toy, I gave it a toss, at which point she caught it and ran to hide it from me.
Many times in the evenings, she will try to get us to get her a new bone to chew on. She will act like she wants us to let her out the back door to do her... well... you know... duty.
But that is not where she ends up.. she will head towards the back sun room and when in the kitchen ,make a sharp left towards the utility room where we keep her food and treats. We will let her have one, if she hasn't already had one that day. But sometimes she thinks she would like more than one. So we tell her.. no bones Bella, no bones. She will settle down for awhile, and then a little later she will act like she needs to go out.. if we pretend we don't hear her, she will snap her teeth at us. We have gotten real good at determining her need to go outside and her need for a bone.
She's a lot of company and gives us much pleasure. Only I think Dad wishes she wouldn't try and get him up at night, to go out and investigate the backyard, so much. ha. She has us trained well... Ahhh.. to have a dogs life!

1 comment:

David L Good said...

Dogs are the best. But I would like to suggest the purchase of a doggy door. It's saved my life (and my carpet).