My wife came home with Bella two days ago. I did not want Bella. I was adamant that I would not have any responsibility to do with her care, training, or her – period! She is brand new and has the bladder the size of a petit pois pea. My wife takes her out very late at night just prior to bedtime. The second she hears her stir at approximately 4:00 am; she quickly gets up to take her out again. She was diligently doing her duties as quietly as possible to ensure Bella not disturb me. After all, the point was to endear her to me. I would never tell my wife, but she is a cute little thing and tries very hard to please everyone, even me.

Yesterday she got up for the second time, at 5:30 am to take Bella out who woke up when I got up for work. Here is the story I later got of my wife’s day. There was frost on the ground. It took Bella at least 20 minutes to find the proper area to poop. My wife had not thought to put her glasses on. The sun was just peeping over the roof causing her to develop ice blindness. Bella finished her business and my wife picked her up and headed up the stairs. She stubbed her toe on the bottom step, fell UP the stairs, and dropped Bella. Bella yelped and bounced on the cement step. My wife twisted like a pretzel to catch her so that she would not fall off of the edge of the stairs garnering more vet bills than we were already looking at for dropping her on the cement stair. Unfortunately, unlike a little puppy, my wife does not bounce. The damage incurred by my wife during the fall was a stubbed toe, a scraped foot, a twisted and bruised ankle, a bruised and swollen and scraped knee, a bruised hip and ribs, a scraped, bruised, and twisted shoulder, a neck sprain, and a scraped chin and cheek. She then staggered through the door and placed Bella gently onto the floor and watched her closely. Bella limped for three steps and was fine. She placed Bella back into her playpen to assess her own damages and Bella poops – again – on her potty pad in the playpen approximately three seconds after she put her in it. She shrugged off her injuries and headed into the bathroom. With due care and attention, a survey can be taken to find more info about the dangers. An offering of the nutritious and healthy food should be done for the pets. The information should be correct and real for the pets available in the pets available in the home. The results will be beneficial for the person. 

She took a shower, dried off, and instantly had alligator skin. Unfortunately, she was unable to use lotion or deodorant, because she was going for her annual mammogram and bone density scan. She limped out to car with itchy skin, leaving Bella sleeping peacefully in my son’s bed. She arrived at the office and the computers were down due to the inclement weather. She sat in the slick, uncomfortable chair in the waiting room for 45 minutes. She finally got called back and limped into the room, where she had her boobs squished and mangled. Her day was definitely not getting better. She limped into the next room and lay down on what seemed to be a block of cement bed. She had her bone density scan and struggled up to her feet, scratching furiously at her dry skin. I was just getting off of work and agreed to meet her, so that we could go to the “good” Chinese place for a late dinner/early supper. We walked into the normally super friendly, great place, to find the workers in a heated battle with one another, yelling in whatever language it is they speak. We ate quickly and left. I watched my wife struggle into her car and begin her drive home. I was feeling a bit guilty about how harsh I had been about Bella’s care and training. Halfway home she reports that she became terribly sick to her stomach. My stomach was fine. She made it home and rushed to the bathroom. The “good” Chinese place was apparently not so good today. She found Bella sleeping peacefully in her playpen. I thought she looked kind of sweet sleeping there.

I watched as my wife moved her exhausted, bruised, mangled, and battered body to the bed and lay down. She rubbed herself down with the lotion on the bedside table, took off her glasses, melted into the softness of the mattress, and sighed in relief. Bella immediately woke up and started crying to go out. I felt sorry for my wife and decided to do her a favor. Bella wasn’t that bad, after all. I picked up her tiny fluffy wiggling body and made my way out into the back yard with her. It was dusk by then. The sun was glittering through the back trees, blinding me. The ground was covered in frost…