Good Luck Bella

Daisy is back and I am happy and Perry is happy and she wanted to show you her new summer cut.
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Yea Daisy, welcome home!!! Play with Perry a little cause he missed ya! You look so beautiful with your cut. I'm sure its much cooler too. It keeps breaking 100 degrees here and Reece is happy he's naked now :)

Bella, we are all thinking about you. I'm sure you're recovering just fine. Give your mommy some kisses when she picks you up so she'll know you're fine. And this evening you can relax with Dad :)

Heh, I'm so out of my mind normally and forget all sorts of things... unless it has to do with animals. I can remember anything about anthing involving animals but I can hardly remember to put on pants before I walk out the door! So in a non-animal environment, I'd be the worst secretary, but here I'd be happy to be the Reminder Woman! :D :D :D

[ July 27, 2001: Message edited by: aly ]

Good Aly, We are counting on you :D
Daisy says thanks and I hope all went well with our beautiful Bella.

Well we are home! She did fine, and when she saw us at the vet's she was so excited she piddled right on the floor! :D Now the job will be to keep her quiet. Not gonna be easy tomorrow, I think, but for now she is sleeping. I hand-fed her some krunchies because the vet said to take it slow with the chow tonight. I also had a heart to heart talk with her about not chewing open her tummy like she does the tummies of her stuffed animals! :D :D Thank you everyone for your concern, and I too nominate Aly as Secretary! :)

Jackie...Daisy is beautiful as usual. I am sure Perry thinks she is a babe! and is happy to have his little friend back. ;)

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ALY, YOU HAVE ME LAUGHING OUT LOUD!!!!!!!!!! Bella says to tell Reece and Lolly (and Shiloh too) that she sends her love and appreciation! They have very nice paw-writing. :D You folks on this board are the bestest on the planet!! Thanks so much for being there!!!!
Love, Bella and Pam

Welcome Home, Bella :D ~

Here's some excerpts from letters I wrote to my Angel Mom Volunteers at the jail where Dad dopted me from, jest after my zipper got put in at Doc Mike's White Coat Lab:

Monday was pretty OK; I met the regular UPS man and didn't bark at him; and I was extra good in the basement while Dad went to Fire Drill. The Cat was in a hateful mood -- he got locked in the bathroom all day because Dad put the "roof" on his litter box to keep me out and wasn't sure the dumb cat would use it that way. But I don't know what's wrong -- he wouldn't feed me. I heard him talk to some lady on the phone about a "surgical cancellation" and no food after 6 PM.
We go out for our midnight walk and run, and Dad's trying to get me to go potty. With What? There's nothin' in there that needs to come out. He even took Boots' food away from him so we couldn't share. Now I'm hungry and have to put up with a mad Cat to boot (no cat-pun intended).

Uh-oh, we're not headed for work; this is that Doctor's place! Hop on the scale, Cinder; OK, so I still only weigh 34 pounds -- maybe I'm a Dwarf! What are we doing here, again? Doctor Mike's really nice, but I think he's up to no good. He just jammed a giant box into my ear; I know my temp is OK. Stop listening to my insides, I'm fine. Let's go to work, Daddy. What's a pre-op sedative -- why do I need one if it comes in that big a needle? It's gonna cost HOW much? Forget it and I'll never look at a guy-dog as long as I live. Oh yipes, I feel woozy. Dad, don't kiss me, take me with you...

Nurse Bev said she called Dad and told him I was OK and he said he'd come get me at 4:30. Why wouldn't I be OK? Hey, where's the fur on my front leg; and why is there a hole in my skin there? My tongue won't stay in my mouth. I can't pick my head up. Hey, I'm in jail, again; this cage is too small for even a cat! My feet won't work -- I can't make them stand me up. Why's my tummy feel funny? Let's check that out... Oh, my gosh, the fur is all off my tummy and replaced by a purple stain. And what's THIS -- I've got a ZIPPER where my belly button was!! And my tail's gone -- what's happened to me. I never meant to be a bad dog -- I'll be good if Daddy John will just come save me. Oh, there's my tail; but why won't it work right? My eyes don't even work right anymore -- the whole room is spinning around. I'm so dizzy...

Hi again, Angel Moms,
I'm alive and well, no thanks to Big Daddy and his buddy, Doctor Mike.
Last Tuesday, after they put the Zipper in, they woke me up in that tiny cell and said "Your Dad's here, it's time to go home", then they drug me out into the lobby before I ever figured out where my feet were. Somebody was petting me, maybe it was Dad, but none of my happy systems would work (my ears wouldn't stand up and I couldn't even feel my tail,), so I just peed. I heard Dad say it was OK and the Nurse got the mop. Doctor Mike had forgotten to clean my ears, so he romps up and sticks a rag into both ears as his final, parting shot for the day. I thanked him with another pee job on his office floor. That got me outside, finally. Doctor Mike came outside to talk to someone in a car, so I took the opportunity to show him and Dad how good I felt by throwing up three times. Doctor Mike says that's normal because of the "tube" he'd jammed down my throat, and reminded Dad not to feed me till morning. Oh, GREAT; I was starved since all last night and now I still
can't eat till tomorrow! Take me home.

The house was hot, so Dad decided I could stay in the cool basement for a while. Then What's-His-Face the Cat trots down and starts staring at me, knowing I can't chase him. Well, I made it up the stairs; Dad was
amazed. I staggered all around the house the rest of the night, looking for food.

We went to work Wednesday, but I didn't fell all that great. Dad was worried 'cause my ears stayed glued to the top of my head and my tail was still just hanging. I finally got my tail to respond, and then he offered me some food ... Ugh! The only way I could get it down was with him giving me one nugget at a time. It tastes better that way. My ears
finally started to work after lunch; that probably saved me from a return visit to Doctor Mike's place. By Thursday night I was back in the saddle giving Boots his exercise around the house.

Friday we had a little problem with the his and mine stuff. Seems Dad had put a plastic quart of oil beside the shop door to put in the car ... but forgot to tell me that it was a "his" thing. I picked it up and took it outside into the parking lot to look it over. I must have carried it back into the shop, 'cause Dad found oil in several places,
later on. Well, it took a while, but I finally got that pesky cap off and found the oil inside. Most of it spilled in the gravel, but I managed to work quick enough to be able to cover my whole head, ears, shoulders and paws before it disappeared. Then I started tossing the empty jug around -- he heard it when I bounced it off the car. Oops!

I met him at the door and he thought it was raining, so he ran over and rolled up the car windows before he noticed that I was the only thing "wet." That's about when he spotted the oil jug = Uh-oh, Cinder...this won't be a fun time. It didn't take him too long to figure out why I had the spiked hairdo. Took a lot longer to fix it, believe me. After trying
every towel and rag we had in the shop, Dad tried the computer's chat rooms for ideas. We didn't know it, but not all the Dog Chat rooms talk about 4 legged type animals -- I was too embarrassed to watch the screen, not to mention the fact that Daddy-O wasn't too pleasant to hang around just then.

We got home (I got stopped at my time-out wall; something about not suitable for the upstairs...) while Dad looked for a can or bottle of oil-off. Then he remembered that Shadow used to help him fix the fire trucks and she'd always help by wiping all the extra grease and oil off the bottoms of the trucks using her back. He fixed her with a box of
corn starch, which he found in the kitchen. It's probably not bad on your back, but it's the pits when you get a face full of the stuff! Well, half a box later, after a considerable amount of harsh rubbing and
blotting, I was allowed upstairs for dinner and bed. After Mr. Fist the Cat biffed me the first time he sat on the chair washing his oily fist for half an hour. I wished him a happy hair ball.

Friday is take the Zipper out of my tummy day, so I just bet it's also gonna'
be wash the mutt day, too. Hope he doesn't get doggy soap in my eyes or fill up my ears.

Boots the Cat is getting to be a real pain, what with him getting to the point where he almost never runs but just growls like I was killing him, so I get hollered at. He's been pretty hateful since Dad put the lid on his bathroom box and then turned it sideways. Seems I figured out how to reach in with one paw and get the good poop out even with the lid on. So now it's turned so Mister Fist the Cat has to slink into it past the human potty; and I can't reach in anymore. And I was just learning how to shake the litter off the brownies! Hope the Cat starts to get over this pretty soon, he gets pretty wild lately. This morning he decided HE wanted to sleep beside Dad and would not let me jump up onto our bed. He's hard to deal with, what with all those teeth, spitting like a fountain, and hammering on my nose with both front paws. Dad was no help, he just lay there grinning. But I lived through it all :D.

Oh, one thing, Bella ~ Leave yer Zipper alone - it'll be a lot quieter :rolleyes: wiffout yer Mom hollerin at ya like Dad did to me. Ebber time I took a *schlurrp* atta Zipper or pulled onna liddel sringy thingies Dad would start wiffa *QUIT* or *LEAVE IT* :eek: wurdz! I got so tired of hearin that stuff I jest quit botherin wiffa Zipper. An remember ta look reel sicklee an sluggish fer a day or so ~ you'll get a hole buncha extree buikitz an treats! Hope ya feel better SOON :)!

I'm so glad to see that Bella is home where her mama can take good care of her!! And Smokey, I'm sure Miss Bella learned some valuable lessons from reading your letters. Hope she didn't bust her zipper from laughing though :eek:! I think I would have. Maybe her mom will wait and have her read it later!

You take care, Bella. You sure have had lots of people thinking about you today. We will say a prayer that you start feeling better real soon.

Love,
Logan, Honey and Lilly

Glad you're okey-dokey, Bella. Me an Killian are "fixed" too. I didn't feel broken :confused: either! Take it easy and rest a bit. When I was fixed, I was kept inna kitchen soes I wouldn't be jumpin upndown the stairs. I felt good and didn't like it, so I jumped over the baby gate to go play with Killi! Mom thought I mighta hurt myself, but I didn't. I was okey-dokey, too.

Daisy, where did ya get your hair done? I love it, GirlFriend!!

Shiloh (the dog)

I am glad everything went alright with Bella. Give her some extra kisses for me! Aly, Lolly and Reece are just too kind to send Bella a nice little letter. That's adorable :) And Miss Daisy, you look simply lovely! Poor Perry! He sounded so miserable. Extra kisses to all five of you tonight!

Bella, I'm sure the well wishes will be pouring in. Soak up all that extra special attention the next few days and don't undo your zipper!! :D Love and kisses to the most precious little poodle patient! Love Sandra, Cody and Star

I CAN'T BELIEVE ALL YOU DOG LOVERS :) MOLLY G. AND I JUST LOVE YOU ALL. :D YOU BRIGHTEN OUR DAY! BELLA, WHAT GREAT GUARDIANS YOU HAVE! PERRY, I LOVE YOUR SUMMER COAT. ALY, DID YOU RIGHT THE BACKWARD NOTE? :confused:
WOW, ALL OF YOU ARE TERRIFIC! :) THANKS!!!!!!

To Reece & Lolly, Killian & Shiloh, Honey & Lilly, Daisy, Graham & Cassie, Fritz & Hans, Star & Cody, Hannah & Tucker, Perry & Daisy, Spencer, Cinder & Smoke, and Molly.....Bella here! I'm doin' pretty good today. I don't like goin' up and down the stairs but my mom said that's good 'cause the white coats said to take it easy. I just sorta find a comfortable spot and stay there. The cats are in hog heaven 'cause I'm not pestering them at all, except they are a little jealous of all the special treatment I been gettin'! My mom even sat on the floor today and fed me my crunchies out of her hand. :) Trevor and Andy were grumbing to each other something about it being disgusting that I was bein' waited on. They got the zipper surgery too but I guess they forgot how it feels. Then again, they are built different from me so maybe it wasn't so bad for them. Anyways, I just thought I'd pound on this keyboard for a bit so you all know I liked hearin' from ya and I'm doing pretty good. Soon I'll be up to my nawtee dog stuff again. Your friend, Bella

Bella, it's me, Hannah. Don't let them cats get you down. You'll be feeling like your old self right soon with Mom's http://plauder-smilies.de/person/nurse.gif loving care and all the attention from your dad. Just tell mom to keep a close eye on you because after I had my zipper put in I didn't feel so well and had to go back to get some medicine. That did the trick real quick. I was kinda glad mom did all that hovering around. She knew something wasn't right.

im glad there ok :D