That my friends, is nice, sweet Bella. She's attacking me in a game of bitey--whatever you can bite. I'm under the chair--not hiding, just protecting my back. She gets in these crazy, rumble moods and no one's safe. It's usually me who has to play with her. We play a fast game of growl, chase and bite--running all over the place. Well, wouldn't you run if you saw that face coming after you?