Don't ask me how I know, but I do. The moment RL comes to get me from my sleeping pen (which I love) I can sense it's a bad day. In fact, I won't even go out to the yard to pee. It's just better if I head upstairs to my favorite closet and try and forget about the garbage trucks and recycling trucks that are threatening my world this morning.
RL tries to tell me that they've never hurt us in the past, but I know it's only a matter of time. She sits out on the deck and doesn't know that she's about to be run over by one of them. There's room on the closet floor for her if she would only figure it out.
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Notes from Bella, the neurotic Beardie
A welcome from Bella
My friend, Riverlark, always calls me crazy, but could a crazy dog write their own blog? I don't think so. I've been here almost 3 years and it's a pretty good gig. I get string cheese a couple of times a day and my best friend forever (BFF) lives next door. They have the best water and dog treats around. Riverlark (RL for short) says I'm pretty strange, but you can be the judge.
Favorite fears
- Garbage trucks
- Recycling Trucks
Favorite bizarre behaviors
- I prefer water from my neighbor's big silver bowl
- hiding in the closet on recycling days
- pulling the rug over my (full) dog bowl
1 comment:
what a cutie! And a good writer to boot!
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