Bella!

I'm stealing a format from Jason. No apologies. That's how I roll. I'm having a pretty rough time these days. I got yet another job rejection today, and I'll admit, I've been mopy ever since. But today I'm sitting on the couch in the parlor, feeling sorry for myself, when my dear Bella comes and puts her head on my knee.

This is Bella. She's a 2ish year old Golden/Black Lab. On September 4th of 2009, my parents adopted her (I went along). Since the moment we brought her home, she picked me as her favorite human. She follows me everywhere in the house. She refuses to sleep in anyone's bed but mine. She is glued to my side. When I'm gone overnight, she apparently paces the house and stares out the window all night until I return.

Bella is extremely hyper, which sucks for me because I'm fat and lazy. She's not quite leash trained, she pulls so hard I almost never walk her. But I do like to take her to the dog park to run and play with other dogs. Her name when she was dumped (yea, her owners tied her to a post outside the shelter in the middle of the night) was Bella. It was on her tag. So we decided to keep it. I did not name her after Twilight, I assure you! She has many nicknames. Bellzabub, Izzie Bella Smella, Itsy Bitsy Bella, and my personal favorite: Little Fucker.

So now I'm done stealing Jason's format and gushing over my dog. She rocks. She's much better than a cat. And she totally cheered me up today.