<p><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB110179.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-1870" title="OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA" src="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/PB110179-300x225.jpg" alt="" width="300" height="225" /></a>Bella has been home now for 24 hours. </p>

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<p>She is a perfect angel.  And I do mean perfect. </p>

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<p> Please allow me to brag about my new fur baby. </p>

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<p>I picked her up at her foster mother's home, and it was obvious she remembered me.  As soon as she saw me from across the room, her tail started wagging a mile a minute.  When she was placed into my arms, she immediately nuzzled me and kissed me. </p>

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<p>For the car ride home, she took to her traveling crate with no issues and didn't make a peep on the way home!  (Unlike my mildly neurotic Italian Greyhound who would whine the entire journey unless I sang show tunes to him.  True story.) </p>

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<p>Let's see...what else...she performed her "business" outside as soon as I placed her in the backyard.  (Today, we remain at zero "accidents"!)  She ate like a champ.  She snuggled with me as well as three of her visiting Aunties.  (She's incredibly trusting!) </p>

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<p>When the Aunties returned home, I was STARVING for dinner.  I heated up some leftover Pho (I was still sicker than a dog) and took to the couch to watch a bit of smutty Housewives of Beverly Hills.  (The woman who used to watch quality television such as Masterpiece Theatre now crawls into the cultural gutter.  I am absolutely appalled with myself.  Please feel free to stage an intervention.)</p>

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<p>Anywho, little snookie was VERY excited about the Pho (Vietnamese Chicken Soup for those of you who are ???) and had a hint of a begging in her eyes.  I gently picked her up and plopped her into her cushy doggy bed where she stayed curled up and sleeping until I finished eating and cleaned up the kitchen. </p>

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<p>When I returned to the living room, she stretched out across my torso and slept until bedtime.  She then quietly slept in her crate for 8 hours without an accident. </p>

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<p>I learned today that she walks nicely on her leash.  She has already friends with other dogs.  She loves EVERYBODY. </p>

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<p><strong><a href="http://www.diaryofalatebloomer.com/2010/11/09/day-43babymakestwo/" target="_blank">This was a completely unplanned pregnancy</a></strong>, and I scored the sweetest, best behaved dog in the history of mankind. </p>

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<p>Funny how life works. </p>

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