When Pets Act Like Mischievous Children – Bella, My Red Toy Poodle

The other day I accidentally fell asleep on the couch at about 8:30 p.m. I know that is probably hard to believe considering the fact that I usually go to bed in the wee hours of the morning, but I really did fall asleep that early much to Bella’s joy.

Actually, I was sitting at my desk in front of the computer about to write my blog post and thought, “I need to just close my eyes for a minute,” so I went over to the couch and flopped down. Needless to say, my “minute” turned into eight hours of sleeping.

That’s definitely too long to call a nap even for me.

Before I left my desk, I looked around to make sure there wasn’t anything close to the edge that Bella could jump up and grab. The night before I had left my chair too close to the desk and Bella had confiscated my lip balm. She has an insatiable appetite for lip balm regardless of the flavor. In the morning I found it chewed up. (rolling my eyes) That dog will eat just about anything.

Obviously, a near death experience followed by surgery in 2010 didn’t teach Bella anything about eating non-food items.

As I pushed my chair back from the desk and staggered over to the couch for a “nap,” I was oblivious to the fact that the chair wasn’t far enough back from the desk. While I slept like a person in surgery with major drugs coursing through their veins, Bella jumped up onto my chair. The only thing that was within her reach and small enough for her to move was a pen.

Yes, a pen.

A regular ballpoint pen.

Seriously, how much damage could she do with a pen, right?

Did I ever tell you that Bella is like my shadow?

Bella’s like a little mischievous child that follows me around everywhere I go. The only difference is Bella doesn’t ask, “Why?” all the time. Instead, she will simply bark if something is confusing her.

Let me set the scene.

I’m wrapped in a quilt sleeping very soundly on the couch with the lights on and the music playing softly. The afghan at my feet is all scrunched up to ensure that my feet remain warmly cocooned inside of it.

The best that I can piece together, Bella jumped up onto my chair, took the pen off the desk, jumped off the chair, jumped onto the couch at my feet and proceeded to do what she enjoys most – chew. In this case, she chewed on the pen.

Usually I put the lid on tightly when I’m finished using a pen, but for some reason, the lid was still stuck to the other end of the pen. So while Bella chewed on the non-ink end of the pen, the ink point of the pen was free…

to move around…

and write on anything that it might possibly touch.

In this case, it was the back cushions of my couch.

I was sleeping, so I had no knowledge that Bella was up to no good. Instead, upon waking in the morning, I leaped off the couch and quickly got ready for work.

That afternoon when I got home, I noticed that there was a pen resting in the slight sink between the carpeting and the wall next to my bedroom door.

Maybe I dropped it?

Maybe Alyssa dropped it?

I picked it up and saw that the end had little teeth marks in it.

Hmmmm…Bella must have gotten it.

I started fixing up the quilt and afghan on the couch, then I pushed the cushions back tightly because they had shifted a bit while I was sleeping.

That’s when I saw it.

Bella’s handy work from the night before was quite noticeable in the light of day when I was fully awake.

Remember the story I told you about Alyssa and the big blue crayon?

Yeah, well, apparently Alyssa and Bella have “writing on things other than paper” in common.

This kind of stuff really doesn’t upset me. Actually, I think it is all quite hilarious and it gives me happy memories, as well as a fun story to share with you on my blog. 😀

What is that saying?

Oh yeah…

Like daughter…like dog.

LOL