Dog in Chaos

I have three dogs. If they would stay still long enough I would put their pictures on here. Bella is almost 6. She was my first baby. She is what you would call a "Chacshund" half chihuahua and half dachshund. Someone on drugs must have came up with that one. So pretty much she's black and tan with a dachshund body and a chihuahua head. Mollie was the one who got her. She could not wait for this dog to be born. I don't know how she became obsessed, but she visited the pregnant mother, and made me go to Darien with her when the puppy was born, the works. When Bella finally came home to our apartment in Savannah- I swear Mollie carried that dog around so much, it didn't know how to walk. Well, when Mollie had Audrey, she couldn't "handle" the dog smell anymore, and I took Bella. Before that, Mollie somehow put her spirit in the dog because I swear they are the same. They are both uninvolved, sneaky, yet loyal. Mollie even one time said that if re-incarnation were true, she would come back as Bella.

Bella's nickname was Princass because she refused to sit on the bare floor. There had to be a cushion underneath. She would even wait until Autumn's golden retriever would sit down and then use her tail as a cushion.

Since moving back to Darien, my dad has managed to put his spirit in her also, because the dog has developed "selective hearing". Every morning, I wake up yelling "Shut up Bella" because she has the most annoying whine ever. Every Morning I also yell at them about going into the neighbor's yard. I walk in the yard with them and they have it planned. One dog distracts me while the other two make a dash for the neighbors yard. I will yell, spank them, punish them,entice them, and Bella still pretends she doesn't hear me. It drives me insane. Yet, leashing all three is a chore because Bella is also nice-nasty. She will pee where another dog just peed but forget about being anywhere near another dog's poop. She turns up her nose and gives me this look. I swear that dog cusses us out in her head.

The poor dog is also accident prone. When I lived in Savannah, we walked in the squares every morning. She was a nice little city dog, laying at my feet as I ate outside in the cafe, and charming the tourists. One time I was in the square when this black dog came running at her, grabbed her by the throat, and pinned her to the ground. This woman came running and just stared transfixed with her dog attacking mine, while a tourist helped me pull the dog off of Bella. A tour was in the square, and everyone started giving the woman a hard time about letting her dog off of the leash.

The woman looked at us all and said " I thought the dog was a squirrel so I was letting him chase the squirrel"

I just stared at her and said "Who walks a squirrel on a leash?"
Because I had been walking Bella with a bright green leash, and she had on a pink collar.

The woman looked at me and the tour group and realized how absolutely absurd she sounded, grabbed her dog, and walked away.

I wish I could write more about my dogs but it must wait for later. Bella is whining downstairs over who knows what. Haha- I just yelled "Shut up Bella" as I was typing this.