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I am Bella. Princess of the Blue. Destroyer of puppy toys. Chaser of all small and large furry critters in my realm.

When I heard that my sisters and I were going into Weimaraner Rescue, I was concerned. After all, we were just puppies, how were we supposed to rescue people? Further, at that point, most of the people I had met were not anyone I would want to rescue anyway.

When I met Mary and Michael, they seemed nice enough. But Mary was extremely focused on my gray sisters. When I saw the pale pink collar in Michael’s back pocket, I knew it would look fabulous with my blue coat. I got close to Mary and began being as adorable as I could be. In no time at all, Mary was putting the pink collar on me. I had fooled her into thinking she had picked me, when, I had picked her.

They brought me home to their backyard. It was covered in this cool, soft stuff called grass. Much nicer than the concrete floor in my pen on the farm where I was born. Sunning in the grass was one of my favorite things. 

Michael was in terrible shape. He said he could barely walk eighteen holes (whatever that meant). His knees hurt and his posture was terrible. I immediately put him on a strict program of 2-3 walks per day. Mary was in great shape and took me running. She would reward me by sneaking food to me under the table. The problem was, she is not very sneaky, and we got caught all the time.

The walking program gave me a chance to introduce them to the dogs in the neighborhood and their people. I could not believe they had lived in the neighborhood so long but never met these dogs and their people.

I chewed shoes, shirts, and jackets. I grabbed food off the counters (I am a Weimer, why would they leave it there?). I could take up all of the available room in a king-sized bed. I got into trouble but always melted their hearts with kisses and snuggles.

I formed great friendships with Mary and Michael’s kids and their dogs. Eventually, my little cocker spaniel brother, Charlie, joined us. Once we established each other’s boundaries we became best friends. There were always people and dogs around.

For almost eleven years I did my best for them. I was called across the bridge before I finished rescuing Mary and Michael. I hope another Weimer will find them soon and take care of them as I have. I will be waiting for them at the gate when they cross the bridge.

- Michael and Mary Mirabella, February 2022