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| Bella Luna Ranch |
| Nina Simone |
Meet Nina. I am assuming you read the story about Billie and how one day I woke up and just knew
I was supposed to go get her. Well, something very similar happened with Nina, only not quite so
dramatic. I just woke up one morning (about a year after I got Billie) and I knew Billie's puppy was
out there somewhere. So I went and bought a newspaper again and went straight to one of the ads,
called them up and headed to Coon Rapids to meet my new dog. Of course Billie came along to help
me decide which puppy came home with us. And there she was, this wild child with enormous ears
zooming from one end of the room to the other. Her ears were so big on her tiny head that they
would actually flap as she ran around and around and around. Billie wasn't so sure she was the one,
but I was. And so it came to be that Nina Simone (my second favorite singer of all time) joined my
little clan. Nina is a tough little dog. She followed me everywhere I went. If a Rotweiller went past
our Brownstone in St. Paul Nina would take off after it like a bat out of hell barking and growling
and circling it to let it know that she was a force to be reckoned with. Thankfully, the dogs she went
after were always more confused by the tiny 5 pound hairball than threatened, and they regarded her
with a quizzical look instead of eating her. But, as life sometimes does, a curve ball was thrown at
Nina a couple of years ago when her "sister" Greta grabbed her and shook her one day. We knew
immediately that it was bad. Our friend Michelle, the vet lives nearby and she was kind enough to
rush over to help us. She could tell Nina's lung was punctured and we rushed her to Michelle's clinic.
Luckily, her staff lived close to the clinic and agreed to meet us there to help Michelle administer
emergency care to Nina. She recovered from the punctured lung and the broken ribs, but Nina will
never quite be the same. She used to love to run out to the barns with me. Now she is afraid. And
she has suffered some residual effects from the injuries as well. But she is still Nina, and we love her
dearly. My tough little blondie.
I was supposed to go get her. Well, something very similar happened with Nina, only not quite so
dramatic. I just woke up one morning (about a year after I got Billie) and I knew Billie's puppy was
out there somewhere. So I went and bought a newspaper again and went straight to one of the ads,
called them up and headed to Coon Rapids to meet my new dog. Of course Billie came along to help
me decide which puppy came home with us. And there she was, this wild child with enormous ears
zooming from one end of the room to the other. Her ears were so big on her tiny head that they
would actually flap as she ran around and around and around. Billie wasn't so sure she was the one,
but I was. And so it came to be that Nina Simone (my second favorite singer of all time) joined my
little clan. Nina is a tough little dog. She followed me everywhere I went. If a Rotweiller went past
our Brownstone in St. Paul Nina would take off after it like a bat out of hell barking and growling
and circling it to let it know that she was a force to be reckoned with. Thankfully, the dogs she went
after were always more confused by the tiny 5 pound hairball than threatened, and they regarded her
with a quizzical look instead of eating her. But, as life sometimes does, a curve ball was thrown at
Nina a couple of years ago when her "sister" Greta grabbed her and shook her one day. We knew
immediately that it was bad. Our friend Michelle, the vet lives nearby and she was kind enough to
rush over to help us. She could tell Nina's lung was punctured and we rushed her to Michelle's clinic.
Luckily, her staff lived close to the clinic and agreed to meet us there to help Michelle administer
emergency care to Nina. She recovered from the punctured lung and the broken ribs, but Nina will
never quite be the same. She used to love to run out to the barns with me. Now she is afraid. And
she has suffered some residual effects from the injuries as well. But she is still Nina, and we love her
dearly. My tough little blondie.
