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On a nicer note, I took the dogs to the park with Mike, the one in winter park, about a month and a half ago. This woman was giving away this Jack Russel Terrier named Bella. They were feeding her CAT food, she was missing patches of fur, and a lot of her fur was missing anyway because of heat rash. She had been tied up outside, had a ring of red around her neck from the too-tight collar, and the fur around her tail was totally missing. Also she had what the woman said was ear mites, but turned out to be some kind of infection instead. So I felt so bad for her I took her and was going to find her a home. Well she fits in perfectly with the family, get along with the dachshunds and Sydney, and is all around an amazing dog. Needless to say we're keeping her. But the apartment complex has no idea. But that's okay, realistically they'll never figure it out so long as we don't prance around outside the front office with the dogs, or leave her in the apartment during the yearly inspections they warn us about ahead of time.

We renamed her Bayla (Bay-lah) which means "dance" (ironically the only trick she knew when we got her, she wasn't even totally house trained). It also, in another language, means the phrase "my god" so I thought it was perfect. She's got me saying that all the time.


Notice the tongue hanging out of her mouth as she's sleeping. She was napping in between Mike and I as we were playing WoW in bed on our laptops.


We were in the bedroom, I'd left my laptop in the living room burning an audio cd. I come back in the living room and she gives me this look like "no I wasn't on petsmart.com looking up comfy beds and fun toys. I was just.. watching your screen. Yeah, that's it"