Mom says we don't stay still long enough for her to take a photo of us together so we'll have our own pictures here until mom can figure out how to stop us at warp speed.
I will start since I'm alpha. I'm Bella Rosa but you can call me Bella for short. This used to be my very own private profile but now I have to share it with my new brother. Sure I liked him when we went to his old house but I didn't know he was going home with us. His only saving grace is that he's a Rat Terrier...me too...and we basically rock the dog world. I love to go to the dog park, see just how closely mom is paying attention to her food, running, jumping, playing, pulling mommy down stairs when we go for a walk, finding stuff to chew up, finding places to poop in the house and blame Trebek, killing squeaky toys. Of course I'm able to do all this looking so innocent that no one expects me to do anything wrong and so the 'rents will blame someone else while saying, "Why can't you be more like Bella Rosa." I often wonder that as well. I've been with my mom since I was 8 mo. old and what a difficult time those 8 months were. I am so lucky to have her. I love to snuggle with her, lay under the covers, give her kisses, follow her into the loo, tell her that her hair looks pretty, you know, the usual. Oh yeah, I have a dad too. Now I'll let Trebek type before he has a nervous breakdown from having to wait his turn..."whatcha gonna do, go run and tell mom?" He is a momma's boy and should totally be emo. Where is mom, must find her quickly cause I'm sure she misses me. She says I'm her velcro dog but I have no idea what velcro is.
Finally Bella Rosa is done woofing her big mouth. I'm Trebek, yes named after the one and only Alex Trebek. Mom kinda likes Jeopardy. I just turned 2 and have been living with mom since late last year. My other parents said they couldn't take me with them when they moved and were taking me to a shelter. They took the damn kid though, losers! Knowing that Rat Terriers do not show well at shelters, a rescue group called mom. At first she said no way that she couldn't have another dog, even for a day cause she was packing to move as well. She was moving in with daddy so I became one more thing to move to the new house. Mom kept reminding me not to get too attached (although I think she was reminding herself as well) and that I was only there until a more suitable family could be found. I worked my charms on dad and his dog Willow and viola I'm still here. I have been a bad boy lately as I want to chew anything I can and that means daddy's socks and underwear. Yikes! I keep trying to blame one of the other dogs but I guess I'm the only one with the insane chewing habit. Mom promised to work on it with me though and really I'm so attached to her already, I'd hate to see her go. I pretty much do the same things as Bella Rosa and sometimes we team up on Willow, our step sister. I don't mean to be bad and I have looking cute down so I don't know why it's not working on pops. Maybe chewing up his money was a little far.
Don't ever call us Jack Russells in front of mom...she hates that since we are not anything like them because we are perfect!
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