05/04/2026
Hause and Bentley Adventure to the Waterfall
Hausie the Aussie bounded ahead, his tri-colored coat flashing in the Ozark sun. Bentley followed close behind, his boots crunching gravel on the trail that wound through Cove Creek Polyface Farm. Their destination: the hidden waterfall tucked away in the Ozark Mountains.
The path was no easy stroll. Soon, they reached the first challenge—boulders the size of six grown men stacked like ancient giants guarding the creek. Hausie barked once, as if to say, “Follow me, Bentley!” Then, with the agility only an Australian Shepherd could have, he scrambled up the rock face. Bentley laughed, tightened his grip, and began climbing after him. The mountains weren’t for the faint of heart, but the promise of the waterfall kept them pressing forward.
After what felt like forever—and a few scrapes on Bentley’s knees—they reached the top ridge. The roar of falling water greeted them, loud and wild. Hausie’s ears perked and his tail wagged furiously as they emerged into a clearing where the waterfall spilled in a 4 foot curtain into just the right sized cool pool.
Without hesitation, Hausie leapt in, splashing like a pup, while Bentley kicked off his shoes and waded in beside him. The water was cold, real cold, but refreshing after the hard climb. They played and splashed, the sun catching the mist, painting tiny rainbows above their heads. For a moment, the whole world felt like magic.
When the shadows grew longer, they began the hike back. Down the boulders, across the dirt road and along the trail, Hausie trotted at Bentley’s side, both tired but happy.
At last, the farmhouse came into view. On the porch, Nana stood waiting, a big soft towel in her arms for Hausie and a bundle of dry clothes for Bentley. “You two look like you wrestled the whole mountain,” she chuckled.
Bentley grinned, dripping wet. Hausie shook his coat, spraying water everywhere, and Nana just laughed. The day’s adventure was over, but its memory was stitched forever into the fabric of the farm.
