The butter affair

SO, they are get home at about an hour later than they usually do and they are here for 10 minutes to change clothes and leave again. Right before leaving CW gets the butter out of the big black box of food and she and I each have a slice. TR comes in the room and they go. They ended up being gone for an hour and a half. I got hungry and all I had was a bowl full of kibble and a couple of backstraps lying around. I knew that CW had left the butter container on the counter, I could smell the butter. So I helped myself. I was very clean, I left no trace of butter on the floor of the kitchen, nor on the carpet in the living room where I cleaned up the container. After eating the butter I did realize that I would be in trouble though. When they got home I went into an extreme display of "cripple dog" to show that I was sorry. TM was the one who noticed the container on the floor. He told me I was a bad dog. I felt so bad. CW went into the kitchen and did not talk to me at all. This went on for at least 2 minutes before they all hugged me since I had told them I was sorry. TM started calling me "butterbutt" and said that I would have the runs all night. CW didn't seem concerned with that even though she is the one that has to get up out of bed to let me out. I think that she knew that I eat a lot of butter with her all the time and that I would be OK. She got up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom before I did. I had no problem with the all fat dinner. They still call me "butterbutt" and laugh all the time though. Its OK, I still love them.

3/26/10 First Post - My name is Bella

My name is Bella and I am a Primal Pup! Actually, my full name is Bellisima but I am usually called Bella... or The Bell, or little honey, or bellabuddy, or even deerdog since some people think I might be half deer. Other people say I look like a fox so maybe I am a deerfoxdog. Kinda like manbearpig.
Anyway, I plan to have one of the important people in my life post what I am thinking since I cannot type so I have asked CW (chuckwagon) to type for me. Perhaps I will have TR (tharico) add some for me too.
I am the wild offspring of a wild dog. My mom was killed by a car in December of 2008 when I was about 3 months old. After it happened people kept chasing me everyday but for nearly 2 weeks I was able to avoid them even though I always returned to my mom's side. It even snowed while I was living on the streets but I survived. Eventually I was just so tired that I let TS (thesavior) bring me inside an put me in a crate that I called the den. He and his employees fed me and let me wander around their work spaces for a couple of weeks until the Christmas Holidays came that year. I went to stay with UD (unkadave) for three days and then I went to live with CW and TM. I have been with them ever since.