Goodbye, Baby Belle
The hardest part of being a handler is saying good by to that canine partner. There are so many good memories and you don’t want them to leave. But there comes a point for their sake it is time to say goodbye.
She search a dump in the Spring with the bears just coming out of hibernation. Her humans were drawn to the pit of roadkill moose. Belle looked at us with disgust, no human scent over there, and kept searching.
She loved to swim and the fishermen at our cabin would mistake her for a bear cub and leave, swiftly
She ruled this house to the very last day, with the younger dogs bowing to her the queen.
RIP Bellisma of My BodyGuard. Go play with Taz and Clara and Lektor and Rosie. See you at the rainbow bridge.