by Cheryl Carlock
I still miss Belle a lot. Almost fix her a bowl of food last nite.. then realize she wasnt here.. so the animals didnt get fed till troy got home. last nite from work. about 10pm ( my time ). I couldnt bring myself to feed them.. ( sound pretty bad eh? ).. In time i guess it will get easier.. But ...
I miss saying " belle, stopping following me.." because she was always right behind me, when i would trun shape.. LOL her nose would go up the crack of my butt..lol.. that drove me nuts..lol
( think she did it cause she knew it did..lol )
I miss trying to get up from the computer chair.. without stepping on her.. ( she be laying right under my feet.
I miss.. the late at night tap dancing she did on my bedroom door. she would lay right in front of my door..with her feet facing it. LOL... she would be having a dream like she running.. and she would get her feet going..hehe.. and her hind feet . would start clicking on the door. .. her toes nails doing the clicking (tapping)..
I would wake up and have to side her in the middle of the hallway.. so.. i could get some sleep..lol ( this was every nite since i had her )
I miss.. playing ball with her.. making her do things to be able to get the ball. ( tennis ball,, they were like drug or something).. she would go crazy for a tennis ball or any ball for that matter..lol
making her backup.. sit, roll over and making her speak.
we would also play catch.. she like that the best i think. she would catch that ball everytime.. ( think i should have had her try out for the mayjor leagues) hehe...
she would bring you back the ball.. ( like any other dog ).. but she did one thing different tho..she would toss it back to you..( when she got about 3 feet from you.. she came up with this herself.. i didnt teach her)
I miss the times belle & I sat on the ends of the docks in maryland. watching the sun set and the fishermen comming back in from the bay ..on there boats. .. loaded with crabs, clams etc..
I miss the times.. that we spent together... remembering your face.. and the sounds you would make ( sounded like she was talking to me ).. just missing you...
And...
remebering how we met...
You pick me out of so many people to become friends and live with... You had a luck story my girl.. the things you had to go through..saddness, pain..loneliness...
You started coming around in the evening...looking in trash cans or a hand out.. (You were a friendly dog then too..)
I would feed you the chicken i was baking.. i shared my dinner that night with you... (half of chicken dinner, mashed potatoes, green beans..)
You wouldnt come inside the houseboat..( i guess you were a little afriad) so you laid outside in front of the housedoor.. and went to sleep...next morning you were gone and on your daily rounds..
That evening came.. i drove up in my car from work.. and guess who was sitting at the front door? " Belle"
she came for dinner..lol she had a surprise tho.. i didnt have much to share that night.. but on the way home i did stop and bought her a pack of turkey franks.. she had those for dinner..
this week on for about 2 weeks... I finally ask my landlord if i could keep her..
He said sure Cheryl if you want her.. no one owns her.. she been living here at the marnia for 3 yrs. watching the place.. and not being a bother to anyone.
So that nite when she came by.. i feed her and got her to come in the house.. by using a turkey frank. she slept in the houseboat that night and every night after...
Miss you " My Belle "