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Have You Ever Seen A Face So Ugly It's Cute?

Posted by vanessa Posted on: 09/24/07

Have You Ever Seen A Face So Ugly It's Cute?

Have you ever seen a face so ugly it's cute?  That is my pug, Bella.  Her eyes are huge.  Her belly is pudgy.  Her tongue sticks out most of the time.  But, if you look long enough you will find yorself laughing.  She has a great personality.

If you throw a ball, she will barrel after it.  If she comes in from the rain she tears through the house snorting.  She sleeps with her legs up in the air.  And snoring?  You haven't heard anything until you sleep at my house.  You have to laugh.  No one can resist her charms.

Shortly after bringing Bella home, my dad passed away.  It was sudden and I was devastated.  When I returned from the funeral, Bella was waiting for me at the door.  She was jumping all over the place.  When that didn't get my attention she began twirling.  Then, she started snorting like a pig.  I couldn't help but smile.

For the next couple of weeks she never left my side.  If I started to cry, she would cry.
  If I was pouting, she would like in the floor and pout right along with me.  When I told her stories about my dad she would cock her head to the side, and listen to every word I said.  I found myself talking to Bella more than anyone else in my life.  She listened.  It didn't matter if I was sad.  It didn't matter if I was angry.  She didn't care.  She just loved me.

Bella cannot bring my dad back, but having her makes me smile.  I found no joy in doing anything else around the house after the funeral.  But, taking care of her made me feel better.

Some might say Bella is a diva.  She does like things done her way.  When she thinks it is time to eat she twirls in circles
and barks.  During the night she hogs the bed.  When she wants to play she is relentless.  She is known for her stubborness.  Yes, she runs the house. 

She makes me smile.  She makes me laugh.  She comforts me.  Sho what if she is demanding?  She is my partner in crime, my confidant, and my best friend.


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