Guest Blogger

Hi, it’s Bella here. This blog is all about me.

I decided to guest blog today because our mumma is so busy. She’s so busy that she can’t even sleep because there’s so much going on in her head. Even when we try to snuggle up to her and let her know it’s all going to be okay, she still can’t sleep.

The trouble is, if she doesn’t sleep and spends so much time stressing, she gets even more tired. Poor mumma. And poor us just quietly, because it’s not as much fun when your mumma is tired!

I’m the eldest of mumma’s 3 kids. I taught her all she needs to know about being a mumma.

I’m officially older than her now (silly dog years conversion!), but I still behave like a puppy a lot of the time – especially when I’m playing with my brother Bear and our fuzzy cousin Barker. One of the good things about being a slightly older dog is that I’m less inclined to eat things like couches and carpet now. I’m also more respectful of my toys and spend less time trying to remove their innards and kill their squeaky insides. That is, unless I’m playing tug of war with Bear or Barker. Then sometimes our toys come off second best, but only because we’re a little zealous in our playing.

I am a rescue mutt. I vaguely remember the first 11 weeks of my life – the time before I met my mumma. They weren’t much fun. At all. Someone dumped my dog mumma and my 3 brothers in a big box on the side of a very busy road. I was only 2 weeks old. One of my brothers has gone to doggy heaven, and my dog mumma and other two brothers were all re-homed. I was quite sick and had to go to a rescue foster home. My leg had an operation (mumma really loves that scar still – she says it’s a reminder of my horrible start in life and how far I’ve come) and I got so sick that I nearly died.

At the same time all of this was happening to me, mumma was living in an apartment and really missing having a dog. Her previous dog (Jackson – another rescue mutt) had moved away with her ex boyfriend. That’s a whole other story!

Mumma spent a lot of time back then looking on doggie rescue sites and getting very sad that (a) she didn’t have her own puppy; and (b) that she couldn’t rescue all the mutts who needed rescuing. She grew up with a border collie named Rufus so she thought her next dog in life would be a BC who needed rescuing.

But then she saw my photo. She has a thing for ears. Dog ears that is. And tails. And all other bits as well, but she says it was my soulful eyes and big beautiful ears that did her in.

Then she had the challenge of finding a house to live in (in Australia there aren’t a lot of apartments where it’s okay to have dogs – such a stupid rule) and hoping that no-one else rescued me while she was looking for a house and moving!

She didn’t know that I was going to wait for her, but I did. I heard my foster family speaking to her on the phone almost every day from the time I was 9 weeks until I was 11 weeks to make sure I was still waiting for her and to check on my health. Anyone who cares that much before they’ve even met you has to be your family eventually. She’s my fuzzy soul mate.

She found a house (yippee) then she came to visit me (yippee yippee yippee). As soon as I saw her, I literally ran to her and leapt up into her arms. We then spent an hour playing in the back garden of my foster family and they had to ask mumma to leave. A few times. She cried because she didn’t want to leave me.

Because I had such a bad start in life and was with a foster family, there are rules that once you visit a dog (even if you know deep in your soul that dog is your fur-ever friend) that you have to go away for 24 hours before you are allowed to come back and take that dog home.

Man, 24 hours is a looooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time.

The next day was a Sunday and she came back at 8am. My foster family wouldn’t let her come any earlier even though she wanted to. She came with my aunty to pick me up because she was too excited to drive. She arrived before 8am and sat in the car out the front waiting. My foster family eventually let her come in a little before 8 to take me home.

I thought that was the best day ever. Since then though, in the past 6 and a bit years, we have had LOADS of best days ever. Like when my aunty and uncle and fuzzy cousin moved back from America. And when Bear came to live with us. And every time my grandma visits. And when mumma came home from the hospital with bubba.

And we’re going to have thousands more. I know this because we made a deal the day we met. The deal is that we’re not going to think about never being together and one day when we’re ridiculously old (like 100!) we’re all going to lay down and hold paws and go to sleep together, knowing what a wonderful, full and happy life we’ve had. And then we’ll get to hang out with our grandpa and Rufus.

16 Comments Add yours

  1. Bongo says:

    Hi Bella – it’s so great to get to meet you and hear your story. I think the best thing about being a rescue dog is finding a forever home. So glad you found a good one.

  2. Bassas Blog says:

    I am very pleased to meet you Bella. Your story warmed my heart. I believe that all good things are worth waiting for as your mumma will tell you – she waited 9 months for Poppy Grace!

    P.S. Tell your mumma that I said she must relax or she will get stressed and tired.

    1. Hi Bassa, Mumma said to tell you she waited about 30 years for Bubba 🙂

  3. Bella! You are as cute as a buttermilk biscuit! I love your story. I am also a rescue. My mom found me 7 days after her dog, Smoki went to heaven. She said Smoki lives inside me and helped me wait in my foster home cage till she found me and brought me home. It’s funny how things that start out sad end up being perfect.
    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

    1. Hi Cupcake
      I thought Mumma replied yesterday, but I can’t see her reply. Thanks for writing. I love my story too. It’s such a happy one. I’m glad you found your fur-ever home too. We’re so lucky!
      Lots of puppy love
      Bella

  4. eripanwkevin says:

    Awwwww…what a lovely story…..! I realized that something was falling from from my eyes especially when I was reading at the end of the story. Beautiful….beautiful story, Bella. The ties of your mom and you are so strong. It has started since your mom saw your photo on web.
    Thanks for sharing this wonderful story with us, Bella. I hope that your mom can get sleep well. * pawhugs*

  5. Oh Bella I still have a lump in my throat, what a wonderful story and a great mumma you have! I’m glad Bassa linked to your story 🙂

    1. I’m glad Bassa linked to my blog too. Mumma says I’ve had lots of comments and that I should guest blog more often! Thanks for reading and for writing. We had a look at your blog and Mumma kept oooh-ing and aaaaah-ing about your puppies!

  6. puzzle says:

    Wonderful story – and I absolutley understand the ears-thing: B0ng0 (the other, so I chose to write it that way), also rescued from the streets of Sarajevo, Bosnia, won my heart by his ears.

  7. Katie Fish says:

    Omg! I hope Jackson is ok!!!!

    1. I think of him often – he’d be an old puppy these days – 12! I hope he’s still running around (probably just at a slower pace) and just as loved up as ever.

  8. Louise says:

    I’m crying…… I love this so much. I’m on my bed with my two rescue girls, Leisel 14 and Baby Harriet 8, West Highland White Terriers. They are my life, I adore them and they me.

    We adopted Baby Harriet three years ago when my little soul mate, Lucy Bear died of lung cancer. Leisel was so distraught I couldn’t get her off the lounge, we were all heartbroken. Little Baby HArriet was rescued just a few weeks after Lucy Bear died and she came straight to us, a tiny starving little wreck who refused to leave my side. In fact Harriet rescued us, she saved us. Now the three of us are together 24/7, never apart. I make sure that every day is a good day for them, they give me so much.

    MJ you are a wonderful person, Bella and Bear and Poppy are so lucky to have you as their mum. You are a very special person. xxx

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