Annabelle!

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We have a dog. She is a Multi ~ Poo and she is quite the little terror.  We love this petite white ball of fur, but that came slowly.  Yes, puppies are cute.  But when we adopted Annabelle from the kennel she was a little messed up.  Her family had bought her to be a show dog and then she ended up not being trainable.  Call it hard headed, stubborn, or perhaps she isn't that smart. Whatever it was the family was so discouraged they took her to the local pound in Knoxville Tn. to dispose of her.  Make her someone else's problem.   On that very day I walk in and I think she is adorable so I take her. I wasn't there to get a dog, mind you, I was there buying meds for my daughter's dog.   I did not call Ed, I just grab and run...  I was getting her for me.  A toy, a soft little ball of joy that would sit on my lap and kiss and hug me all day long!  WRONG!

At the shelter her name was Lilly.  I changed it because our last dog was named Lilly and it just didn't fit.  I named her Annabelle Lee after the Edgar Allen Poe poem.  I thought she needed a strong name that would let her know she is my greatest love.  I cared for her, walked her, tried to snuggle with her. But alas, Annabelle hated me.  She loved my husband, and my son, but she hated me.  I do not use this term lightly.  It was undeniable hate. 

I was patient and kind.  Loving and true.  I continued to try to teach her and train her. Walk her and bathe her.  She continued to Hate me.  My husband wasn't very kean on the idea of having a dog at this time so he was not a great help.  He liked her, don't get me wrong, but there was no love for this dog.  She was beautiful!  We all knew that, and could see that.  People would stop and comment on her and tell us we had the most beautiful dog they had ever seen.  That is when we would promptly tell them she was naughty.   We began calling her naughty dog, naughty puppy..anything with naughty.  When she pottied in the house, "NAUGHTY DOG", when she would run away when you called her "NAUGHTY DOG", When she ate pairs and pairs of underwear "VERY VERY NAUGHTY DOG."  

But through all of this, while my family was getting frustrated and at the end of their rope, I stayed true.  I was there.  

Annabelle has been with us for 4 years.  And she is, after much work and undying love, MY dog. She loves no one more than she loves me.  She is the most faithful and loving creature and I am so lucky to have her by my side.  As I continue to blog I will begin to tell stories of Annabelle and our adventures.  She loves the car, the boat, every family member {which she knows by name} but most of all, and most importantly she loves me!   {oh and she is trainable and VERY VERY smart!} 

I'm So Lucky

Molly xoxo