An adolescent bear was right outside the front door this morning. Its reddish, light-brown coat looked beautiful in the rainy, gray light. Unfortunately I did not get a photo. I was too busy telling Bonnie that yes, this was something I wanted her to let me know about. Then wishing it would hang around eating grass in the yard so I wouldn’t have to mow. Then remembering that I needed to try to impress upon the bear that people and their houses are not good places for bears to hang around. Then it left and I couldn’t get a photo.
Jessie intuitively knew about bears. She hardly ever barked, but for as long as she could hear, anytime day or night that there was a bear outside she used a special, very quiet, “woof-woof.” Her way of saying, “There is something outside you should know about, but I don’t want it to know I am in here.” Not that she was a wimp. Once when she was visiting a friend and a bear walked in the back door she barked it back outside. She just preferred to avoid confrontation if possible.
After two and a half days in the boot my foot feels better than it has in many months. I am sure I will get sick of the boot soon enough, but for now I am happy that it seems to be working.
