Tenacious is the Word

Have I mentioned lately that Bella is living in my garage? Have I mentioned lately that I do not like her very much? I would like her a whole bunch if she was cooperative but she is not. She is not one ounce of cooperative. I am having to park outside which I do not like to do. Plus, there are things in my garage that I am wishing to give away but cannot because I cannot open the door as long as she is living in there. Tonight, I had a heart-to-heart with her explaining that the sooner she cooperates, the sooner we can both go on with our lives. Plus, she does not like me. I do not blame her, of course. However, a word was invented that describes me. The word is tenacious. I am like a bulldog when I set out to accomplish something. I will get Ms. Bella up to the vet one way or another for her spaying. It may take some time but when it comes to hard heads, mine is harder than Bella's. She does not know it but I will win this battle of wills. I think this woman in this creation of mine is conjuring some magic. I wish she could conjure Bella into cooperating.