gie cake, "My 1st Birthday" napkins and doggie party hats for all of her friends. Don't judge that, either. I am very protective over her and as this blog evolves, Bella stories I'm sure will become more frequent. I love Bella to death, even though she can be a real asshole sometimes, which brings me to yet another embarrassing story. Bella is a rescue from the Atlanta Humane Society. I don't know anything about her life before me, but I do know that it took a while for her to be comfortable around other dogs and she definitely has some "quirks" to her. Example, she hates when things are out of place or on the floor. I once left laundry detergent on the stairs and I thought she was going to have an anxiety attack. She doesn't like change at all, she must get that from me. She doesn't like for people to wear hoods and she scares easily.
As most dogs, Bella doesn't love the vet. I take her there to get her nails trimmed because I'm too scared to do it myself and it's such a quick process when I take her to her doctor. It was a normal Saturday, we were out running errands and getting her nails trimmed was on the top of the list. The vet was packed this particular Saturday, and not knowing what other dogs would greet us upon entering, I decided it would be safer to carry her in like I usually do if I feel like a situation could potentially be disastrous. I noticed Bella felt a little heavier than normal, not taking into consideration her grandmother feeds her Burger King when she watches her.
It wasn't until we got inside that I realized she was a little too heavy for me. It was too late at that point to just put her down because now we were around other dogs and she pretty much freaked out. She climbed over my shoulders clawing her way around my body, and managing to knock my sunglasses off. Two people waiting with their dogs jumped up and asked me if they could help, but having too much pride, I declined. This is my daughter, I know how to handle her! I didn't need help.. As we are in the middle of this awkward dance-like move in the middle of the lobby while fellow pet owners are looking at us, not knowing what to do, two things happened. 1), I realized I didn't know how to get myself out of this position I was currently in and couldn't move because I have 45lbs halfway down my back and 2), Bella made her final move. She had just been draped over my shoulder not really moving because I don't think she knew what to do, either. I guess she figured it was do or die and wanted to make a jump for it, using her hind legs for momentum. While displaying this move, she managed to push my entire tank top and bra down. In front of everyone. I couldn't even correct the problem because I still had my hands full. As if the claw mark running diagonally across my chest wasn't enough, she managed to turn a nail-trim appointment into a Girls Gone Wild video. One of the vet technicians ran around the corner and grabbed her, as I gracefully put my sunglasses back on and said I would return to get her in 20 minutes. After I picked her up, we had a long talk about her behavior and we had to steer clear of that vet for several months. I was way too embarrassed to take her back again with that fresh on every one's mind. Even if I did get a discount.
