There she is. My Belle. Our Belle, I should say.

That's her teddy bear that came with her, along with an assortment of other various toys and accoutrements! Mit is an angel. You probably know Mit by now... she is Belle's foster Mum, and I'd never be sitting here with this beautiful collie girl if it were not for Mit Skinner. THANK YOU AGAIN, MY DEAR MIT, and of course thanks to Shawn for being a fabulous son and for helping your Mum out by doing a lot of the driving on this odyssey.



And that is all I have. For today. I am emotionally spent, as was Mit when she left here with Shawn, her son, and drove off "into the sunset," so to speak, having delivered her precious cargo, Miss Belle Crowell, to her new home, far away from the corn fields of Iowa from where they first set out, only two days ago!

I love you Belle,



...now and always.

Cheers,

Bex & Belle

I think I could turn and live with animals...
They are so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them sometimes half the day long.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition,
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins,
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied... not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or industrious over the whole earth.

~ [Walt Whitman, from "Leaves of Grass, No. 32"] ~

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