Okay, this diary really started three days ago on Nov. 24, 2005 (Thanksgiving Day).
We all went over to my mom's house as that was the meeting place for all the family members. My mom suddenly shot up and said "You'll never guess what I have" and I flippantly said "a puppy" and she said yes! My mom is very allergic to just under 100 different things and also has severe bouts with asthma so she isn't able to have kitty's or doggies so I thought I was being cute when I answered "a puppy".
The story is that mom was out on her porch early that morning and noticed something small hiding under one of the tables. She couldn't even tell what it was at first so she bent over and started poking around and this little, big-eared dog scooted to the next plant table and hid. The little dog let it be known that she was able to be grouchy and snappy with strangers, so mom didn't try anymore to pry her out from under the table but did get the poor freezing thing a blankie and some food and water.
Well after I came over and she told us what had happened I waited for the nieces and nephews and sister to go back in the house and leave the little one alone and then my son and I went out alone and removed the table and scooped up the poor little thing blanket and all.
We hopped into the car and took her the three miles to my home and fixed up my crate with clean blankies and food and water, then went back and had Thanksgiving Dinner and visited a little while. I figured that the little girl needed some quiet time to warm up and get cozy anyway since it appeared that she had spent most of the night on mom's porch and it was COLD that night and morning. The water in mom's birdbath was frozen and didn't completely thaw until about 1:00 in the afternoon.
When I first picked up this little girl she was so cold that her shaking looked more like convulsions, they caused her whole body to tremble!!! The poor dear thing.
We did our best to keep everything calm and quiet with little ruckus or ado that first night.
By the next morning I had gone through about a half-dozen possible names with my kids offerring some too. On our first successful walk outside we finally came to her new title, "Duchess Isabella", I know that is an awful big name for a little dog but we call her "Bella" for short.
Friday was a busy day for us. My other rescued dog is Socrates and Bella shared his sweaters and leash and such for our walks, but it was too evident that we needed Girly things!!! So it was off to Petco and Petsmart with the furkids and my 14 yr. old son. We got princess pink collar, halter and leash. The collar and halter have "diamonds" in them as nothing less would do for such royalty as a Duchess.
We also contacted the newspaper and got an ad in the paper to help Bella's original family find her. The ad will begin running in Sunday's paper and we canvassed the neighborhood trying to see if anyone lost a small dog.
Our local vet was enjoying a four-day holiday weekend, so we will see if Dr. Bob will put up a flyer in his lobby on Monday.
Bella is sooo different than Socrates. She's adjusting much faster than he did and has a few more needy issues than he has had. For instance, if she steps out and its rainy, windy, wet or in any way cold, she just sits down and shivers and refuses to go potty. So it's sweaters for my Duchess when outside this time of year. Socrates never seems to mind the weather unless it's raining hard and then he refuses to go outside also---doesn't enjoy wet fur (and who really does :P ) Bella also has to have her blankies follow her...on the shopping trips, to my bed, to the sofa...She is enjoying quite the pampered lifestyle right now. Socrates thinks any old blanket, pile of clean clothes, or freshly made bed will do him just fine if he's in a notion to snooze.
So Friday was a very busy, but productive day filled with Socrates and Bella learning to be buddies, and Bella learning to walk on a lead. She even behaves as if she looks forward to going out for walks or drives!
Enough for this message.
Angie, Socrates and Bella