My little Bella is some sort of yorkie mix.  She was supposed to be a birthday present for my husband.  I knew he wanted a lap dog at the time so I scoured all the humane societies’ online dog profiles for Wyoming and every bordering state.  I saw her there.  I drove four hours just to take a look at her in person.  When I got there I told them which dog I wanted to see so they put me in a little room that contained nothing but a single chair.  I sat down and waited.  The door finally opened and the worker carried in a scraggly little mutt.  Oh, I don’t know if he’s going to like her.  She’s a bit of a mess and bigger than I thought she was going to be.  The worker set her gently down on the floor, and little Bella ran as fast as she could to me, jumped on my lap, and started kissing my face.  I had just met her but she already knew me.  “I’ll take her,” I said.