Merry Christmas!

Hi everybody! I'm so sorry that I haven't talked to you for a while. I have been so busy. So, what do you think about my new picture? Mom put me on the family Christmas card . . . me!

I like this picture. 

Since the last time I shared, I was really sick. I don't know how I got it but Mom said I got a bacteria. Now I don't know what a bacteria is, but it made me really sick. I couldn't eat or sleep or play. It didn't last long but I don't want it to come back I hate bacteria!

I just want to say Happy New Year! 

Bye for now . . .


B

Happy Friday!

Have a good weekend everybody! War Eagle and Roll Tide, whatever that means. Ruff

B

Yep, that's me . . .

Yep, that's me when I was a little baby. I was taking a nap. I don't sleep as much as I used to now that my big dogs like me . . . well, the big one that Mom always yells at likes me. Her name is Peanut. That's a funny name isn't it? Peanut . . . isn't that something that you eat? Anyway, she plays with me now,  and then sometimes when we are playing Mom yells at her to STOP, or BE NICE, or just PEANUT! She does play hard sometimes but I really don't mind. It's fun. My other big dog, Lucy, doesn't like me. She yells at me, you know the way dogs yell at each other, anyway, Mom always calls her an "old lady," whatever that means. I try to play with her, like chase and wrestling and hide-and-seek, she just ignores me or yells. Oh well, maybe one day. Gotta to go to bed, I'm pooped! Night, night!

Bye for now . . .

B

OMG am I tired!

I know this sounds a little wimpy, but I get so tired running around in the yard. Mom says I run so fast that I start breathing funny. She likes to run around and I chase her. SHe looks really funny and starts laughing and I start barking and running faster and then I jus have to STOP! Whew! I think I'm going to go in now and take a nap. I am having a pretty good hair day if I do say so myself.


Bye for now!


B

Big Trouble

I got in big trouble again! SHE gets so made at me when I poop on the floor. I don't get it. What's the big deal. I don't think there is anything wrong with my poop. I like the way it smells. I like the way it tastes, sometimes. SHE gets mad when I eat it too. I'm a dog for goodness sake. Even as this is being typed, I'm in my kennel, pouting. I guess I'm going to have to stop. SHE is fine with me dropping it on the green rug on the other side of that big door. As a matter of fact, she actually smiles and claps and says, good girl Bella Boo, good poop outside, good girl! Whatever . . .

I'm not sure I like my profile

Yep, that's me, this morning in my yard. EVERY TIME SHE wants to take my picture i have to look at her so she'll stop saying, "Bella, Bella, look at me Bella, come on Bella, look up here, come on Bella . . ."
I guess it could be worse. I saw a Mom on TV tell her little boy to say cheese when she was trying to take his picture. Cheese? What does that have to do with taking a picture? At least SHE didn't say, "Bella, say cheese." Anyway, I decided not to look at her because I was more interested in the yellow butterfly that comes to meet me every day. We haven't spoken yet but she is beautiful. I wish I could fly like that. I wouldn't have to stand in this wet grass and do my business.

That reminds me, my profile . . . so I'm looking at this picture SHE took and I don't like my nose or my side-hair. I got a trim a few weeks ago but I think it's time for another one, as much as I hate to admit it. That's NOT going to be fun. I was much cuter when my cheeks were chubby and my side-hair wasn't long. I guess I'll have to look at the camera until SHE gives me another trim. UGH! whimper, whimper . . .

Bye for now

B

Good morning!

Okay, I know I'm not human (and I really don't want to be) but I've had one stressful week. My family just left me. Not by myself or anything, but SHE took my to that place that I have to stay in a cage. Don't get me wrong, the humans there are real nice. They do hold me a lot and I think they really like me but come on, a cage. What's up with that. Mom said she was sorry that she had to work out of town, whatever that means. I'm better now. I'm back home with the big girls, about to take a long nap on the back of the sofa. SHE is sitting with me, my tummy is full and, yawnssss are coming . . .

Bye for now

B

WAR EAGLE!!!!

War Eagle

Hi, me again . . . well I'm having a better hair day. Mom trimmed some yesterday. I didn't like it but it does feel better. She and my boy are so happy. They were running around, screaming War Eagle, jumping up and down.  Then Mom put this thing over my head. I kind of like it. It's like a blanket. Anyway . . . War Eagle! I don't know what it means but I like the way it sounds.

Bye for now.

B

Ruff Ruff . . .

Okay, I don't really sound like that, I just thought it would be funny to pretend I'm a big fuzzy dog.

My Mom has been CRANKY this week. So I've had a few accidents . . . the truth is, I do it on purpose when I'm mad at her. Yep, I admit it. She hasn't played with me very much and she's always frowning. How can she frown at ME??? I'll try to do better, cause I don't want her to frown.

We have this new big thing in my room. I think I heard them call it a sofa, what ever that means. I do like it though. I can't get up on it by myself, which really bugs me, but I love to run and play on it. I fell off the other day and it scared me half to death. It hurt too! I'm okay, but man it was scary. I like to get on the tallest part but sure don't want to fall off that.

I know, I'm having a bad hair day. Mom says I'm gonna get a bath today, which I hate, but maybe it will help my hair. She will probably start trimming again, whatever that means. All I know is the last time she did that, I ended up bald. I'm still having anger issues over that one.

Well, time to snooze. Been up since early this morning. See ya!

B

I'm a Big Girl now!!!

Yep, that's right . . . I'm a big girl now. I have gained one half of a pound (Mom says that is one forth of my body weight, whatever that means) She took me to that place that everybody likes me, the one that smells kind of funny, and they put me on this cold thing real quick, cause I almost jumped off, and came back to say I weighed 2.1 pounds. I guess that's good. Everybody was happy and smiling, especially my Mom. I have been eating more so maybe that is why. I can jump more and run faster now too. I still can't remember to go to the paper all the time. I need to try harder because it does make my Mom mad. Note to self . . .

What is a treat? I really like treats. I have to sit my bottom on the floor before I get one. That's easy cause my legs are so short, but whenever my Mom says, "Bella, you want a treat?" I plop my little bottom down and sit up straight and then she gives me the pieces. I have to be careful cause sometimes I eat them so fast I can't breath for a second. Whew, they are just that goooood!

Bye for now!

B

I'm Pooped!

You know, it really is hard being a little dog. My legs are so small that I have to run really fast just to keep up. I usually like running but yesterday I got a tummy ache and today I didn't even want to chase my ball in the grass this morning. Besides, it was too wet anyway.

My boy went somewhere really early this morning. He was quiet too. I usually don't see him till it is almost time for my dinner. Today, he and Mom left and didn't take me with them. It's okay cause I didn't feel like riding in the car, but I hope he comes back. I used to worry when they went out that big thing that moves that they wouldn't come back . . . but they always do. Whew, that scares me just to think about it.

When I was outside this morning, my Mom yelled really loud at me. I stopped and was shaking all over. I almost started crying but she came to me and picked me up and snuggled with me. I don't know exactly what I did but I think it had something to do with going through those black things around the yard and following that other dog my Mom calls "T." I've been wanting to play with him and tried to get him to come in my yard but he won't answer me when I bark; heck he won't even look at me. I wanted to show him that I'm not a little dog (well I am but I'm trying to act big) and that I'm really fun to play with; at least I think I'm fun to play with. Anyway, he started running and then I started running and then she yelled, really loud. I won't do that again, today. Maybe tomorrow though . . .

Back to my nap . . . like I said, it is hard being a little dog that is trying to be a big dog.

B

OMG I'm naked!

Okay, so I was born, I grew to be about a pound and a half, whatever that means, I came to live with my new family and then I had to go to this place two times that wasn't terrible but it wasn't home, you know? I came back the first time with what my Mom called "matting" all over one side of me. The next time I went there, I came back even worse. Now I don't know what she means and I sure don't know how I got this "matting" thing, but I do know that now, I have no hair. Yep, that's right, she started cutting it all off. I have to admit it feels better than it did before, but I'm NAKED! I'm too embarrassed to let her take my picture . . . maybe next week . . . this being a puppy stuff is hard work. Oh, and she (my Mom) is making me eat a lot too. I'm not big enough or something . . . I don't know. As long as she keeps giving me those treats I'm okay.

Tomorrow I'll tell you about what she (Mom) calls, pee peeing on the floor. Apparently that's not a good thing. My legs are so short, I can't always get to that place she calls "the paper." When you gotta go you gotta go . . .

Bye

B

One more thing

Somebody needs to tell my Mom that my pink tennis balls on a rope smell terrible. I want to chew on that but OMG, not today! Thanks!

B

HI! My first BLOG

I'm kind of new at this. Actually, I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm not even house-trained yet. I only weigh 1.7 pounds and I had to have all my hair clipped off yesterday because, well, I didn't really understand that either. I'll be writing a lot as soon as I can get this typing thing down. My paws are tiny but this is ridiculous!

Thanks for reading.

B