Bella is my Service Dog. She's always with me except shopping, she hates shopping, so do I. I have to go, she doesn't, smiling . . .
Today I looked into Bell's woebegone face and reminded her of what I always say when she has that hang-dog look, “It’s not over until the fat lady sings.” She barked her sarcastic "really!?!" at me and I made her laugh by adding with all the Southern style I could muster, "Dammit Bella, I’ve been singin' at the top of my lungs for days, you heard me, it's just not workin', apparently I’m not fat enough anymore." And, laugh we did, that was that.
Today I looked into Bell's woebegone face and reminded her of what I always say when she has that hang-dog look, “It’s not over until the fat lady sings.” She barked her sarcastic "really!?!" at me and I made her laugh by adding with all the Southern style I could muster, "Dammit Bella, I’ve been singin' at the top of my lungs for days, you heard me, it's just not workin', apparently I’m not fat enough anymore." And, laugh we did, that was that.
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