The Redhead That Loves Me

I didn’t want one.

Not because I don’t think they are cute

or fun,

but because I didn’t want to get attached.

Obviously, I love my daughter a whole bunch

because I relented to her wish.

That’s why we have a fluffy toy that lives in our house…

Bella, the Toy Poodle.

Alyssa loves her puppy and

and plays with her all the time.

Bella loves to bite and chew on anything and is often Destructo Dog.

She is constantly in motion

and will growl and swing her head from side to side while playing.

I must admit, she really is an adorable little dog

and keeps me quite entertained when Alyssa is gone.

Sometimes I look at her fur and marvel

that it is exactly the color of my hair.

Just so weird.

I still haven’t gotten over the fact that my daughter

wanted a dog with fur like her mother’s hair.

What are the chances of that happening with a teenager?

Yeah, that’s what I thought…

slim to none,

but it happened.

I miss my dog who was a white Miniature Toy Poodle,

only weighed four pounds,

and loved me so much.

I think about her all the time

when I look at Bella.

I didn’t want to be attached to “Alyssa’s dog” because

losing my dog hurt so badly,

but now it’s too late.

I’m hooked,

connected,

attached,

involved with

and basically love this little dog

that refuses to go to bed with Alyssa

until I go to bed at night.

I guess she loves me back.

Redhead with a very soft heart,

The Redhead Riter

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