Snacks And The Betrayal

I so loved snacks!! Actually let’s rephrase that…I lived for snacks.

If food existed anywhere near me, it was my business. Table food. Dairy. Things I absolutely should not have eaten but loved anyway. I begged. I stared. I negotiated with my eyes.

Sadly, my stomach did not share my enthusiasm.

It was… sensitive and uncooperative.

Every once in a while, after winning a small snack victory, my digestion would betray me. And just like that, we were off to the vet.

Now here’s the most unfair part.

The car ride always started as a lie.

I would get in thinking:” Pup cup” or “Park play” or “Fun adventure with my humans.”

Totally Wrong…….Vet.

The moment I realized where we were going, I became a completely different Bella. My speed slowed down. My bark softened. My confidence disappeared. I turned into a turtle.I hid under chairs or the tables. Or under anything that looked like it could protect me. I avoided eye contact. And pretended to be invisible. Surely, if I stayed still enough, no one would notice me.

(They always noticed me.)

But then something magical happened. The appointment ended.

and I was back in the car.

And suddenly — I was myself again.

Protector mode activated.I sat tall and watched closely. No one was allowed too near the car. No sudden movements. No strangers approaching my humans.

Oh so what if I was scared five minutes ago, but now?
I was on duty.

Because that’s who I was.

A snack-loving dog with a sensitive stomach.
A vet-hating turtle in disguise.
And a fierce protector the moment it mattered.

Some things never changed….