Seven years ago on this date my Bella was born. I had been dogless since my last poodle died in 1998. Hubby had said "No more dogs. They don't live long enough. The grief is not worth it." Of course this was all said in the midst of tears and I had hoped that time would help heal him and change his mind.
Well after almost three years of life without a dog I was getting some serious yearnings that would not quit. I longed to run my fingers through curly poodle fur again.I began to send my hubby pictures of poodles on the web and breeders' sites etc. (His computer is downstairs and mine is upstairs.
) I could tell by his answers to my notes that I was wearing him down and he was missing having a curly friend around the house too.
One day my daughter and I took a ride to a standard poodle breeder about an hour away just "to look." Of course I was smitten. Bella and her brother were the only two left in her litter and I loved them both. I called hubby at work from the breeder's house for permission to bring a puppy home. He had no idea I was at a breeder's because, remember, I was just going "to look" so I didn't feel the need to tell him my plan. teehee! Long story short (is it too late for that?) he agreed and was eagerly waiting at the door when we came home with my precious little girl.
She has grown up into a beautiful girl with quite a silly personality at times. She is so smart and can look so sophisticated at times and then turn around and do silly puppy things (dirty tissues still entice her.) She is my special girl, my wonderful companion, my bed warmer at night and my faithful friend. Happy Birthday to my Bella girl!
Here is my sweetie at eight weeks old, a day or two after coming home...
And here she is a couple of months ago. I chose this picture because we were doing what she lives to do - playing Fetch. A ball, any ball, is her favorite toy. She will Fetch until she drops.
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