LIVING LIFE

One year ago we adopted our puppy, Bella, who has been mistaken for a stuffed animal due to her bear-like haircut and round black eyes. Sometimes she reminds us of a wind- up toy on drugs as she zooms throughout the house like a rocket. One of her unusual abilities is going up our staircase by hopping sideways – kind of like a directionally challenged bunny. Bella has some other less desirable skills, like eating the paint off the baseboards and digging Post-it notes out of the trash.

During her recent one-year-old checkup, I rolled my eyes when we were told that some of her puppy behavior can last up to three years. As a reward for being such a good dog during her exam and shots, we took Bella to Starbucks where she had a Puppachino. Yes, that is a real thing – basically it is a cup filled with whipped cream. Being as she had no clue regarding how little whipped cream we allowed her to eat, and the fact that she ended up wearing as much as she ate, it was easy to limit her intake.

If the theory that each human year equals 7 years in dog years, Bella will be fourteen on her next birthday. That means that when we order a Puppachino, she will want us to leave her with the whole cup of whipped cream, and go sit at another table.

I am not sure I like this dog years thing.

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