I got Bella when she and Vlad were both around 6-8 months old, I reckon. She belonged to an ass clown named John in the trailerhood who worked one of them jobs where he was out of town 2 weeks at a time. His girlfriend had given Bella to him then moved out a few months later. Rather than ask someone to watch and keep Bella he pretty much kicked her to the curb when he was out. She was a street urchin. When she and Vlad saw each other they didn't see, hear or think about anything else other than getting together and playing. I told John one or both were gonna get runned over. I would be saddened if it were Bella, if it were Vlad either John or I was gonna get the piss kicked out of him. John considered the possibilities for about 3 seconds and said Bella was mine.
I don't know her real birthday but Vlad's is August 11 so we celebrate the day as both their birthdays. I usually grill up a batch of burgers. They prefer theirs plain... no pickles, tomatoes or even a bun, just meat! Then to gild the lily they get smoked pork neck bones to gnaw on for the rest of the day while Papa does yard work. Whoever says "a dog's life" like it's a bad thing never met mine.
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