I had to agree. It took our Tiny Dancer a VERY long time to come out from hiding and let her voice be heard. It was only relatively recently that she is comfortable enough to go up to Steve and ASK for his attentions. It has been amazing to watch her bloom into a mentor for Opal and window watcher with Pearl. She does not think twice about going under bigger siblings who are blocking her way. And she claims her place next to Roman every morning for the Coffee Club...and does not let him push ahead.
Bella, our Tiny Dancer, still is my constant companion but I have learned not to worry if I look down and she is missing...taking a break from momma duties. It makes my heart swell to see that confidence when she comes zooming back in laughing to plop back next to me. Her paddling front legs as she dances for treats never fails to make me smile in its ferociousness of desire.
She still bears scars of a past she does not dwell upon. A nervous habit of chewing her front feet raw that Dr. Julia thinks developed in the cramped quarters of being a mill dog. Separation anxiety when she sees Steve and I are both leaving the house. Eating too fast as if she slows the food will disappear. But our Bella Bee is a work in progress and we all wish her a heartfelt Happy Gotcha Day.
Beef stew and carrots with cheese dumplings will help the Army celebrate on a brisk wintery day...and of course, there will be peanut butter cookies marked with a "B" in strawberry cream cheese. And oodles of memories, wishes for many returns of the day, and White Dog love.
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| Bella's photo from Breeder Release Adoption Services that led Steve to find her |
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| White Dog and Bella |
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| Happy Gotcha Day, from ALL of us, Bells! |
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