My Belle

This is my dog
Belle.
She is a pain.
She whines,
she eats food right out of Stella's hand
and, did I mention,
she whines.

But I love her.
Even though she drives me up a wall
most days.

DRL and I got her 5 years ago.
Just before our first wedding anniversary.
Okay....I got her.
I wanted a baby.
But we were sooooo not ready to go down that road.

This weekend,
Belle broke her leg.
An injury that,
although a complete and total accident
was wholly my fault.
I won't get into the details,
but I am slowly
trying to work through the guilt I feel.

Guilt really is
an awful
awful
horrible
emotion.

I hate it.
I want it to go away.

But that's another story,
for another time.

Belle is having Surgery today.
Now.
And right now,
dear readers,
right this very minute,
although I want to ask for your prayers
for me to finally forgive myself,
I need your prayers
to whomever/whatever/none-ever
that you send them to
for Belle to get through today
with flying colors.

Thank you.

Mean it.

Cheers,
A

PS: Special bloggity shout out to my bff Nadia.
Happy 30th birthday.
Love you
mean it.
xo