Thursday, January 28, 2016
I feel like I’ve lived here FUREVER but it’s only been 18 days. So much has changed for me.
I started sleeping under the bed in OUR room this week. There’s lots of room under there and I have a curtain that keeps it nice and dark. I did have a little problem with it last night. I was trying to get under the bed and I couldn’t get under the curtain. Mama calls it a “bedskirt.” Apparently, they heard me growling softly because the curtain wouldn’t move and I couldn’t get under the bed.
BBB looked down at me and started to laugh.
Yes.
He LAUGHED at me. He definitely wasn’t laughing WITH me because I was NOT laughing. I was frustrated and I was growling.
He reached down, petted me, and moved me a little to the side and I realized I had been sitting on the “bedskirt” and that’s why I couldn’t get under it. After I moved, I was able to get under the bed with no problem.
That was around 11 when we went to bed.
I woke up around 3 and couldn’t get back to sleep so I decided to get up and play. I raced back and forth between our room and the bathroom at the other end of the house. I’ve been practicing “stopping on a dime” and turning around and racing back. I do this with BBB every day but he doesn’t really want to do it with me at 3 in the morning. In fact, he sleeps through it.
But Mama doesn’t. I finally realized she had gotten up and was watching me. She picked me up, kissed me on my head, straightened all the rugs I had messed up on my turns and carried me back to our room. She held the “bedskirt” up while I settled back in for the rest of the night.
Because I’m a “good girl” and “sweet baby girl.” No matter what time of the night it is.
This morning, a new friend named Dolores came to visit ME before Mama left for the library and I really liked her. I let her know I was here to protect our home but I really liked the ear scratches and petting she gave me. Mama left right after Dolores left. More GALLIVANTING.
And when she came home, she brought BBB a piece of cake. From a cake that another friend named “Lisa” brought to the library to celebrate my adoption.
Wha-a-a-a-t-t-t-t?
They celebrated ME without ME???!!!!!
I should have been there!
Mama told me I can’t be a member of the book group because I can’t read. But I still think I could have been there. Their book was about a dog named Katie. And she wasn’t a “bichon.” She apparently runs up and down a hall. Well, I do that, too.
I didn’t even get to lick the icing.
But….I got my Mama back. I jumped in her lap and cuddled and kissed while we watched BBB eat his slice of MY cake.
Life was good for me before because I loved my doggy pals and France and Harriet at the shelter. My life here is awesome. Mama tells everyone that she and BBB hit the “rescue pup” lotto when I chose them. I try to show them every day how much I love them and our new life together.
18 days. Seems like FUREVER. For all of us. We’re a family.
I still need to meet my sisters, Chele and Angie.
I’ll be nice.
I promise.
Day by Lovely Day with Bella 