I couldn't resist, sorry.
Meet my bestest friend, but shhhhhh... don't tell my bestie Wendy.
She's so swella.
But she smells like mortadella.
Just kidding. I love my Bella. She is my shadow really.
She even sits in the chair beside me as I type this out. Never leaves my side, 'cause when I do, she cries.... oh how she cries. The hubster says she pines for me.
I only left for 5 minutes to get coffee.
But every time I walk in the door and she is at the stairs to greet me, I feel like the most important person on earth. And I am, after all, who else will give her all the treats and toys?!