Bella And Her Butterflies
VICTORIA LORREKIVOCH-MILLER
One summer’s day, the bushes in our backyard began whimpering and whining and making all sorts of commotion. Or rather, our dog, Bella, was. Our 11-year-old daughter, Kaitlin, discovered her sniffing and pawing at a branch where caterpillars had munched away. My husband and I worried that our backyard – a frequent hangout for birds, squirrels and cats – wasn’t the safest environment for vulnerable caterpillars. So we got a butterfly house where the caterpillars could safely metamorphose.
Each day, when we took the butterfly house to the backyard, Bella moved with it. Each night, when we brought it back inside, Bella followed, then slept under the table on which it rested.
Finally, the caterpillars turned into beautiful monarch butterflies. Surprisingly, Bella didn’t seem…
