Oh, Bella Donna!

I love my dog. I really do. I think she’s beautiful and smart and loyal. I even let her sleep in my bed while my husband is gone. (Shhhhh! Don’t let him find out!)

Today, though, Belle really made me angry! I had to take Brit to work because her car is being repaired and I need mine this afternoon. So Kendyll and I took her to work. Belle waited at home, as she always does.

When I got home, Belle was at the side door, ears back and tail between her legs. Yes, she knows when she screws up. I took just two steps into the house when I saw it: the garbage was ripped apart and spread across the kitchen, dining room and into the family room.

I’m talking about dirty diapers and coffee grounds, here. This was not a pretty site. Add to that the fact that I always must rush to the bathroom when I walk in the door and that Kendyll was really fascinated by the trash on the floor, and you’ve got the makings of one very very PO’d woman.

After I used the bathroom (taking Kendyll with me), I came back and scolded Belle. I made her sit on the couch while I cleaned up the mess. She got down from the couch and I put her right back there. I scolded her again and made her wait until I said she could get off the couch.

I let her outside for a while and now she’s sitting in the living room looking all sad, like no one loves her. I wouldn’t have been as angry if I’d forgotten to fill her food and water bowls. But I did remember and she hadn’t even touched the food!

Dogs. She’s lucky I love her so much.

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