They called her the Mountain Lady. She loved the walks up
the mountain and down the mountain. She was loyal and true. She always ran when
she saw a bus coming down the road she knew there’d be a lot of them. It was
the best when she had friends to climb with and that big yellow bus generally
meant there would be at least thirty.
She loved to climb up the windy long path to that old fire
tower sniffing the blueberries as she went along. Sometimes she saw others just
like her with their person. Sometimes there are just families climbing
together. Then there are the locals they know who she was and never tried to
call her home or bring her back to that giant red house she lived in. It was
funny sometimes she would be brought home and her mom or her dad would say; “Yeah
she climbs it all the time, hard to believe with that round belly of hers!”
Round belly I would think; yup I do…I love the treats I receive from those who
climb the mountain as I do. They always think I must be hungry since I just
hiked a long way. Often I’m offered water which is so cool and refreshing.
I love my mountain. I hope to always be here to feel the
breeze and coolness of the breeze.
Though my mountain is spectacular there are some things that
make me sad. Those who do not take care of the mountain, those who race their
car on the main road; My favorite people walk on that road sometimes and it
scares me when those cars come racing on the road. I often cross the road and
always look to make sure they aren’t coming.
One night I heard a sound, so I went outside. I had to check
it out. It was coming from the side of the road in the gully. I quietly walked
out there. I couldn’t really see anything. The next thing I knew my back hurt.
What happened? I tried to move but I couldn’t. I just hoped My dad would come
along. Then a shiny car with a bright light came down the road. I recognized
that car, he got out and checked on me. He began crying. ‘Wait no’ I thought
don’t cry I’m alright! Then I realized I was looking down on this man. I
watched him walk over to my home and knock. My mom started crying, my 2
sisters, and 2 brothers too. Then my dad came over and wrapped me In a blanket
and brought me out to a special place in the woods. He said he was going to make me a nice
bed.
I am happy I still get to watch my
family but I miss their snuggles. I at least will always be on my mountain and remembered as Bella
the Mountain Dog. I still hear people talk about me wondering where I am as
they hike that special mountain; Mount Blue Job.
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Here is a picture and a small comment about the real Bella
with a group of HS students on a field trip.
Bella The Mountain Dog
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