Seeing Is Believing

We, human beings, have this curse under which we have to see things to actually believe them. And you can say whatever you want, we all are this way. 

We have a new dog. A male bullterrier, same age as Lola that we bad-assly named Bullet. 

Bullet is big.

And strong.

And rough.

And brusk.

And he scares me a little.

I mean i've always had strong breed of dogs, and i've never really been scared of dogs. I just drew a line when dear-beloved said he wanted a Rodweiller. I'm not afraid of them, i just dont feel comfortable with the idea of having a dog who's gonna weight more than i do. So we got a bullterrier instead. 

I could write a month worth of posts about the very special personality bullterriers have but if you do want to know more about that particular breed, there are tons of very reliable books about them. And yes it's true, they loooove eating exotic fruits, mangos and bananas in particular. I've seen (in total disbelief) Lola eating mangos throughout the mango season, i've seen her devoring a pineapple slice, gulping down a melon popsicle and begging for another banana. And since i dont have any picture of it to prove it, well, you'll have to trust me on that one (even though i know you wont).

Well when the now ex owner of Bullet (he has a Pedigree so his real name is something super fancy that i believe is a terrible name for a dog but anyway) told us a little more about the dog, he said that not to leave the plate of food sitting there, especially if it's metallic otherwise, he wouldnt let us rest one second.

And i was like, aja, sure.

When we came back home yesterday, i had left the 2 aluminium plates when i left since they werent finish eating. 

We found one half way through the garden.

We still havent found the second one!!

And we both scouted the garden twice.

And this morning, both Lola and Bullet were so peacefully sleeping in the morning sun that even when i called them to feed them, i got no answer.

Until about an hour later when the druming started. 

Oh

Em

Gee

Bullet has a serious issue with a metallic plate. He was pushing it around in the patio (cement floor), and throwing it in the air, and barking at it and pushing it some more.

The amount of noise was quite astonishing.

I refuse to let a dog rule my days and/or my life. And even though i did wait for dear-beloved yesterday to get out of the house (Bullet jumped on me the first night and i have a bruise the size of my palm) i didnt want my sunday to mean i'm gonna be locked inside.

So i bravely got out to put a wash on, TOOK HIS PLATE AWAY from him, scouted the land again to find the other one (unsucessfully) and went back in.

All quietly, without Bullet bullying me.

I feel so proud.

Bullet, Dear-Beloved & Lola