Is it a CAT? Is it a Dog? No – It’s Sarah-Bell!!

On Saturday I was lucky enough to visit Sarah-Bell, my previous 1-week old bottle feeder.  Sarah-Bell is now 7 months old and doing fabulously.  Which is more than I can say for her parents furniture, or nerves.

Prior to our visit, I was sent a photo by her mom, simply titled

“what happened to this one?  We want it back!”

Those eyes are a killer

For those who did not see her previous posts, it’s probably worth while taking a peak.  You’ll then know why she is on Probation. It’s never as easy as it looks! and Medication Mania

Her probation is going reasonably well, certainly with respect to medication.  However, the couch stuffing would seriously disagree.  The ever regal, leather lounge suite appears to have lodged a restraining order.  The now multiple holes, with delightfully soft stuffing protruding, are proving irresistible to this convicted criminal.  We await the judges’ decision.

This is probably the most difficult time for all furry parents (not the parents, silly, they’re not furry, the dog is!).  That terrifying age where they are nearly full grown but have not yet mastered their brain.

She appears to have decided she’s a cat.  She doesn’t look like a cat but that doesn’t appear to bother her in the slightest.  This new found behaviour trait involves insisting on sitting on the laps and licking the faces of anyone who would rather she didn’t.  Sounds like a cat to me!

They had a friend over who is decidedly a “cat person”.  She got “that look”.  You know the one I mean.  That look that people who have not yet had children get when watching a 2 year old being, well, a 2 year old – pushing their parents’ every button, throwing hissy-fit temper tantrums and generally performing like a monkey on steroids.  That look that means “can you really not control that thing?”.

Sarah-Bell seemed to find this look delightful – an enticing encouragement.  She seems to have developed a purpose in life, that being to convince “cat people” that dogs are fantastic.  The process by which she has decided to achieve her goal is to climb (or, rather, leap) onto their laps, fling her now dangerous tail around wildly, stick a ridiculous grin on her face and smother them with slobbery kisses all over their faces.

She’s one bright little button on a serious quest.  It’s not that she doesn’t stop when told to but her dedication to her cause is remarkable and will inevitably be resumed the second her parents’ backs are turned.

You’ve got to give her a High Five for perseverance.

For all her convictions, though, this truly is another Happy Ending.  How spoiled can any two dogs be?  They had guests over but the dogs got the chair!

Sarah-Bell sleeping on top of her elder sister – the cleverly named Bitsa (’cause she’s a bit of this and a bit of that). PS – she’s also a rescue – so it’s really 2 happy endings.