Pardon these very rotten photos. They were my first attempt at taking evening indoor pictures and I needed to work quickly.
Here's young Bella,
I like it when you put ch-cheese in our chewies.
Yummy. I'm making cheese flavored chewing gum.
Young Bella is allowed to chew rawhide doggie bones under close supervision. I can tell when a small piece of slimy rawhide is lodged in the back of her throat and I need to reach inside with my fingers and retrieve it. When she is still and quiet, that’s my cue. She does of a lot of ack-kack-kacking but just can’t gag with enough force to spit it up and out. Willingly, she lets me save her.
But it wasn’t s-s-stuck! Pwease, don’t take it away!
The piece was getting small enough to make me worry. Before I made it to the kitchen can, the Beauty Queen came up on me from behind and snatched it from my hand with split second speed (and I think her eyesight is poor...).
You know she’s a weak gagger so I have it now and don’t try to take it from me. Why do you cater to dumb Bell?
Oh, Chloe. I know you are gifted enough to regurgitate an entire shoe, but you are so not a beauty queen. Ewww.
Give! Give the chewie.
Not a chance.
How about a chase around the house? You’ve never caught me before and never will, but I’m up for a game. Let’s Cha-Cha. The chewie is mine, woman.
No dancing tonight, Mugsy. I can’t take my eyes off your face. Ewww.
Woman, open the door and turn the outside light on. Let me out. I must bury this outdoors in a muddy place.
Meanwhile, nervous Bella found another form of entertainment.
Fie can’t have my chewie, I’m gonna f-finish killing my pink p-p-piggie.
Mission complete. Now what?
What are we gonna do for fun? Got any cookies?
(Chloe’s eye is much better with ointment from the vet. Applying ointment to her eye is another show…)