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