Here are two “model” pictures!

Yep, I am a “model” dog even when I am helping Mom out. Hey, Cosmo Modeling Agency, I am awaiting my modeling contract for print ads! I invented this pose!
Woofs and wags,
Bella
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It was time for our evening walk. What a great time to walk it was! My tummy was full, the weather was cool but not too cold for Mom, and the sun was ready to slide down behind the trees and let the darkness cover the world and prepare it for sleep.

I trotted briskly along beside Mom with the lead relaxed between us. Our world held no hint of what was about to enter our view and disrupt our lovely stroll.
In front of us an orange monster appeared. At least, I was pretty certain it was a monster. I backed up and locked my knees and elbows. I let out a “woof”- “we’re not going in that direction or past that thing!”.

Mom insisted. She walked closer despite what I could smell and see. She made me get up close and personal with that orange monster. We walked closer and closer. We walked back and forth next to the orange words of death. We had to touch it and smell it. Mom spoke soothingly and calmed me while she stroked my head and ears. Choosing to disobey was not an option. Mom made sure to remove the fear of any monster in the orange sign.
Once we did this work, Mom could read the writing on the sign.

Then I could tell that she was worried. The nature preserve that was using fire to remove dead trees ( controlled burn) was across from our home. She had a case of the monsters now.

Can you see the grey smoke between the trees? Mom realized what this was now that she read the sign. This is the view from our driveway.
And this (above) is the view from our front yard.
I knew as I sniffed the air and glanced at the sunset and knew everything would be just fine. Mom, on the other hand, would probably need a chat with Dad to dispel her monsters that the orange sign brought!
Bella
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It was crisp and cold for our 4:30 PM walk. The full moon shone directly on the deck lighting our path. Mom attempted to get us to attend to it but Dash’s nose provided another source of exciting input! His entire body formed a straight line from nose to tail with singular exception of a bent paw indicating the direction of his interest. “There, look at the visitors.”

See my surprised look?
I looked and shook my head. My jowls wiggled in disbelief. Mom had not yet noticed. Had Christmas come early? Our tree was not up! We were going to be disgraced!!!! Our cookies and milk were not out for Santa. Oh, heavens! I had not written my Santa Paws letter!
There were four reindeer in the pasture.

There were three reindeer in our backyard.

Dash was tugging on the leash to meet Santa and sit in his lap. Oh, my heavens! Was Christmas about to be ruined? I had not sent my Santa paws letter. Dash was about to startle the shy reindeer into leaving, taking Santa and the sleigh with them! This was a catastrophe!!! That is (almost) exactly what happened. With a whiff of the tail and a turn of the hoof, the reindeer “dashed” …

Into the woods.
“Weren’t the deer beautiful?”
Deer. Not reindeer. My brother did not ruin Christmas after all. I still have time to write my Santa Paws letter. And to all a good night!
Woofs and wags,
Bella
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If I were doing what humans were doing and posting on Facebook what they are thankful for, believe it or not, I would have to admit to being thankful for my Labrador brother, Dash! He did something very amazing and special for our family. You could call it heroic. He is a lifesaver!

No, not that kind of Lifesaver…LOL.
He was hanging out with Mom while I was taking a nap. Suddenly his nose told him that something was very, very wrong! I jumped up but my nose is not the powerhouse that his is. My brother was going nuts trying to get Mom’s attention. He circled her, nudged her and licked her. Mom was lackadaisically brushing him off. Dash looked at me for help but I did not know what was going on. I did not know that there was a scent of terrible danger in the air!
Dash loped into the kitchen. He had a plan. He knew how to get Mom to pay attention – get a brenzel ( soft stick used for alerts: see the camo brenzel below)

Back he raced to Mom as I watched. She looked at him in a dazed fashion.
Without a word to Dad, she got up and wandered out of the room. I decided to herd her to the bedroom. Dash was whopping her with the brenzel and I knew she needed to test. Dash made it clear. Mom picked up her kit and tested. Dash and I were tail wagging happy! Mom got our message!!
She took one look at the meter and was worried. Very worried.

She grabbed the mints she always keeps in her kit and ate them. Then we got treats. Lots of treats!!! Anything below 45-50 can be quite dangerous! Mom dropped so quickly and Dash caught it. He is a true lifesaver! I am proud he is my little brother!
Woofs and wags,
Bella
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The moon was full and it was 4:10 AM. “Perfect time for a morning walk,” I thought as I swatted Mom a good one on her shoulder. She had ignored my first two gentle taps and a nose nudge.
“Grrr, Bella, it is early!”
But Mom did get up, grabbed a leash, pulled on a warm Carhart jacket and slipped on her Crocs.
“Let’s go.”
I danced around her moving from her right side to her left. After all, she is going to ask me to “heel” and “heel” is on the left. Mom acted exasperated when she had to switch hands.
“Bella, you OCD goofie Newfie, can’t you put a leash on where I want you to?”
Out the door we went. The moon was beautiful and it really lit up our path.

I assumed the appropriate “heel” position without a reminder. Across the the deck, down the stairs, and then Mom tried to change the path! She wanted to take a left by the vehicles! I pulled right.
“Oh, Bella, you are so OCD. Do we have to walk the same way every morning?”.
I pulled right on the leash again. Mom gave in. Down the driveway, left on the road, past the mailboxes and other driveway entrance we walked. We paced the unfenced half acre that is our front yard. Then I inspected the fence line of the front pasture. At the exact edge of our property, I did an about face that any officer would have been proud of and followed the fence line back-there was more to do. At the intersection of the fence and the front yard, I made a sharp right but Mom stopped short. It was if a light bulb went off in her head!
Here is what I think she saw:

( Sorry, this dog is no artist, LOL. Have you figured it out?)
Mom said, “Bella, you are such a good girl! Every morning you inspect our property boundaries. You are not OCD. You just do things for a good reason! I bet you were even getting ready to heel.”
I was really proud of Mom for figuring it out. We did our special happy dance. That is a story for another post! Just glad to know I don’t have a thing called a diagnosis or OCD!
Woofs and wags,
Bella
Posted in Goofy Newfie, Helping Mom, Home, Humor, Service Dog, Working Dogs
Black Friday came and Mom did not feel well. She and Dad do not shop on that day out of respect to the workers who are forced to work so shopping wise it was not a big deal. We looked forward to Saturday which is “Shop Local, Shop Small”. Mom hoped to visit an art gallery that sells all kinds of things that friends of Aunt Krista’s opened: Regalo. It has awesome and unique handmade gifts! And eclectic books!! Even though the wares are delicate, Mom knows that I am trustworthy there…
But mom was not up for driving to the city or shopping. She was pricking her finger, Dash and I were on high alert and Mom kept getting sick. So I went into my Nanny Newfie mode. I would nurse Mom back to health. I tried to find nursing scrubs but there were none in the house in my size.
I knew what to do. I leapt onto Mom’s bed and lay next to her. The pressure of my big, fluffy body always helps her.
Then I pressed my face on her chest and gazed into her eyes. This is all she could see from her point of view:

“Tee Hee, wouldn’t you find this face funny?”
“Oh, Bella! You are such a helpful girl”
Mom closed her eyes and drifted back to sleep. I could tell she was feeling better from my presence because her breathing and muscles were more relaxed. Dash, who had been lying on her feet in high alert, moved to his own blanket on the bed. I surveyed “my ” domain and determined that my
RN skills and TLC were definitely first class. Mom was resting quietly and Dash was no longer on alert. Bella, the ever faithful, has done it again!

Aren’t I regal when I survey things as an RN? That’s my POV!
Woofs and wags,
Bella
Posted in Goofy Newfie, Helping Mom, Humor, Medical, Service Dog, Working Dogs
Sleep is important. I say so, mom says so and the doctors say so. Naps are often a part of daily sleep and we like them! What you don’t know is the important stuff about Newfie naps!
1. Feed, water and walk us first.
2. Turn down the lights.
3. Turn on soft music. I like Grateful Dead.
4. Invite me onto the bed. Be ready to give me “my share” for 30-45 minutes.

Yep, I need my space on the bed!
5. Wake me with gentle pats. Repeat three or more times a day.
Woofs and wags,
Bella
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Sometimes I visit other classrooms at Noe Middle School. I visited the ESL (English as a Second Language) classroom in September. Tuesday I visited the “bad” classroom – or so people label it. I want to say here that we are all beings first and have behaviors second. So these are students with possible “bad” behavior. If you manage the emotion and behavior correctly, there are few if any problems. I could be a “bad” dog if you give me the right circumstances. Mom has always worked with students who have this label and they get along well. She expected to find good things and I did, too. We were excited to visit this classroom.
How did our invitation occur? One student, with whom we worked last year, chose our visit as a reward for making honor roll. She wanted to learn more about me and share that information with her class. That was a very special gift she chose to share! We were very honored and carefully prepared a few extra things for this visit. We packed a vest, a book, and some yummy treats that smelled good.
Promptly at 11:00 we arrived.
There were a turns of heads over
shoulders, a low murmur of voices and a greeting from the teacher when we entered. We created a space for ourselves, grabbed a chair, set down our bag and proceeded with introductions. It was that simple. Mom and I walked to the first student. I sat. “I’m Mrs. Nord and this is Bella. Pleased to meet you, ” Mom said cheerfully to the first student. He cautiously stuck his hand in hers and they shook. “I’m —–.”. Mom repeated the name softly and said, ” I like that. Please help me remember. I am good with faces but not with names. Give Bella a pat if you want.” We greeted each student and then returned to our spot in the front of the room. I plopped down and Mom settled into a chair. We were ready!
Mom began by telling the story of how she chose the Newfie breed, how she searched for me online and our first meeting. With small groups, she has a standard policy, she will pause and answer one round of questions from everyone. This lead to our only “incident” during the entire class. One young man did not like that policy and tossed his pencil towards the floor. Mom raised an eyebrow and the teacher whisked him out of the room. (Let’s be real, folks, this reaction could happen in any classroom. It was a tiny action and the student did not make a peep as he left ). Mom continued to chat and share information regarding our life together, training, service dogs and therapy dogs. The students were Pawsome! They took turns asking questions, were patient and supported each other by calmly repeating information, and made one request: to see tricks. The teacher and student returned just in time to join us for the demonstration.
Mom thought that was a good idea for the kids to see what a team could do. She also thought that the students might get a special reward at the end of the demonstration. The first thing I demonstrated was “wait” using my water bowl. I am trained to wait until given a command to eat or drink even when my food or water is put in front of me. The kids were impressed!

That is the cool portable pink water bowl. Mom always carries bottled water for me as well. Then Mom showed them heel, turns, sit, down, bang and roll over! The students were really excited. So was I. Mom brought my fav Nutro Blueberry treats – and she wasn’t afraid to hand them out!
The students all began to chatter.
“I want to try! Can I make her go bang? Can I pat her?”.
Mom turned her head back and forth like she was watching a crazy tennis match!
“Oh, no! I can’t follow when all of you speak at once. I can’t say yes. Please, stop, raise your hands since this is very important and I am giving permission”.
There was instant silence and eight hands were raised. I looked at the class approvingly and Mom nodded. “Super!”. She walked to the boy who had returned to class. She held out a treat and said, “Here, smell this”.
He wrinkled his nose and refused saying that it would smell awful. Meanwhile, my nose was quivering in anticipation! I was beginning to drool. I wanted a treat! Mom told him that Aunt Krista liked the smell if the blueberry so much that she almost ate one until Mom told her it was a dog treat. While the rest of the class laughed at Mom’s story, the student bravely and cautiously sniffed the treat. “OOOh…it does smell good”.
He stretched out a hand to me and I rubbed my head into his palm. He did a “sit trick” with me. Each student got two tries with me. I performed what they asked. One student did four different tricks and received a spontaneous applause from his classmates.
We had a fantastic visit with this group of students. They were so polite, asked excellent questions, maintained interest, and then followed directions perfectly with me. I felt so safe I was willing to try my hardest and do new things, too. This was the first time I have ever worked tricks for other people! These are special kids, but not always for the reasons people may think!
Woofs and wags,
Bella
It was getting late in the day! Mom and Dad ate earlier in the day and it smelled soooooo good! I wanted to join them at the table. I watched Dad as he expertly prepared a number of dishes to accompany the turkey: green bean casserole, hash brown casserole, stuffing, broccoli and cheese casserole, and rolls. Dash and I were banished to corners of the kitchen and placed in down-stays. ( Dad did not want to trip over our curious and stimulated noses!)
Mom and Dad had such a yummy meal! Then they cleaned it up. All of it !! Where was ours? My mouth was watering and I was actually drooling. No one cared. This XL, XLoving, XFluffy pup was not receiving a plateful of warm, delicious and satisfying food. I was devastated as dish after tempting dish disappeared into the big white abyss of a thing nicknamed “fridge”. It did not need food for sustenance; it required electricity to function – or so Mom said when we had a power failure.
I wandered to my blankie to curl up and devise an “evil plan”. Mom was curled up in her bed napping and Dad was watching football. Suddenly, it dawned on me! I knew exactly what my “evil plan” was…I padded to the white abyss and tried to open it. To my utter dismay, Dad had removed the tug pull I use to open the door. In other words, he locked me out. Woofs ( insert doggie “darn” here)! Mom and Dad anticipated my evil plan and outsmarted me. Being Bella, I am stubborn and do not give up. I especially do not give up when it comes to food! I needed a Plan B. I stomped back to my corner and thumped down onto my blankie with a big “whump”! Hmmmm, I thought I will try a straightforward approach.
And here is my sneaky, sly but straightforward approach designed to tug on Mom’s heart strings. I selected these all by myself to remind her of what poor, neglected dogs Dash and I are…

Yes, they are plastic lids to food containers. Look carefully and you will see how I artfully added teeth punctures so Mom and Dad would have to feed us the leftovers and not store them in the big white abyss. I carried these in and plopped them on the bed next to Mom. She opened her eyes directly into my pleading ones. Then she moved and heard the plastic crackle. “Oh, Bella, you silly thing! You want dinner? Let’s go get your dog food”. Mom did not get my hint! She was supposed to get me yummy, satisfying people food leftovers! My sneaky, sly hints were not straightforward enough! I need a Plan C! Wish me luck!!!
Woofs and wags,
Bella
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