[Tallulah Bee]

Hiya! I'm the "Bee" part of this operation, and my first-in-command is little miss Tallulah. She's four years old and when we first got her, she was NOT my idea. Let's rewind and I'll explain how we made it to 2012.

Around June or July of 2009 after my mother had been divorced for over a year, she had promised we'd get a puppy. I was really pushing for a shelter dog, but my mother was bent on getting a little pup. After searching for weeks, we found a breeder and placed a down payment to get her. Then we drove about 4 hours to get her to a little town I call "Corn Country" as this house was located out in the corn kissing the border of South Dakota. My mother held her and then handed her off to me while she finished the paperwork off and our (who would later become my) little baby sat all prim and proper on my lap sniffing the breeder's chihuahua.

We brought her home and she was pretty natural as a sleepy puppy. Didn't eat very much, and little one-pound Tallulah could sit in my palm. The next day she was incredibly droopy. We questioned the pills the breeder gave us but as we were worried about a half-dead puppy on our hands, she was rushed to the vet. The vet tossed the pills and said he thought she was allergic, pumped her full of fluids and told us to keep watch.

She perked up pretty quick after that and was a bit more interested in her new surroundings, but it was pretty clear she was going to require 24 hour supervision for a few days. Her pen and kennel were moved to my room so I could watch her at night and mom would come get her in the mornings.

Well, things went pretty far downhill after that. I had to constantly keep a timer going and on the hour she'd get two eye droppers of sugared water (which was to help the hypoglycemia the vet said she had), a couple scrapes of wet food on the roof of her mouth, and nutrical twice a day. I'm convinced that had I not done this, my dog would have died.

The breeder wanted us to bring her back and let her be with her mother and get her back to full health. They suggested it was a congential heart defect and we'd have to drive her all the way back to Corn Country for a puppy MRI. Whatever the case, it was ridiculous.

Idiot vet, as he will henceforth be referred, finally asked for a stool sample and as it would turn out the pills we'd been given for "stress" were to treat Coccidia. For those who don't know, that's a parasite and it could've killed my dog.

Ditched the vet after we got the prescription to cure the parasite, and in a week, our pup was as grand as she never was. Four years and several learned bad habits later, we're thriving and happy. I have a best friend I never thought I'd have, I have a child I can't live without, and someone I would sacrifice anything for. She's my everything and you couldn't convince me to trade her for anything.


In addition, Tallulah has a brother called Charlie, who is lazy and a Jack Russell Terrorist (no, really), and Kate, who is a Golden Retriever.

As for me? I'm nothing special. Just a mom to a precious little girl in a little fur suit who writes sometimes and reads a lot.

Cheers.