With little over a week before I head to Uganda, of course I have to stress myself out by agreeing to help with work weekend at my townhouse in Red River. The dogs and I are loving the respite from Dallas heat--below freezing at night! I'm burrowing under the blankets and refuse to turn up the wall thermostat. As the day progresses, I peel off my 5 layers of clothing till about 4:30 p.m. at which point I begin putting them all back on again.
Last night a bear showed up at the dumpster not 50 feet from my front door--in broad daylight! My dogs went crazy. Apparently, the bear or his buddy showed up again about 2:30 a.m., and once again the dogs went crazy. After yelling at them to be quiet, I rolled over to go back to sleep, but they came bounding up the stairs to jump in bed with me (a BIG no no) as if to say "Mom, this is really, really important." So we all crept onto the porch to investigate. Every dog in the neighborhood was either howling or shrieking like he was being mauled by a mountain lion. Even the 50 or so ducks in the nearby pond were all in a dither--such a quacking racket! Something was out there! My dogs growled and paced until I finally made them come inside.
Several people today told me of other recent bear stories. Those brazen bruins are grabbing as many last minute calories as they can before they go into hibernation next month. They'd better not grab my dogs, or I will act just like the navy seal who was guarding the goats as Rayado--Kit Carson's old historic trading post. Last summer he awoke to the sound of a goat screaming in pain, saw it was being attacked by a bear, and promptly punched the offender in the nose! I interviewed him the next day to find out what possessed the man to attack a bear with his bare hands, and he told me he just didn't think about it at all. I suspect if any old bear (or person for that matter) decided to attack my babies, I just might react the same way!
Last night a bear showed up at the dumpster not 50 feet from my front door--in broad daylight! My dogs went crazy. Apparently, the bear or his buddy showed up again about 2:30 a.m., and once again the dogs went crazy. After yelling at them to be quiet, I rolled over to go back to sleep, but they came bounding up the stairs to jump in bed with me (a BIG no no) as if to say "Mom, this is really, really important." So we all crept onto the porch to investigate. Every dog in the neighborhood was either howling or shrieking like he was being mauled by a mountain lion. Even the 50 or so ducks in the nearby pond were all in a dither--such a quacking racket! Something was out there! My dogs growled and paced until I finally made them come inside.
Several people today told me of other recent bear stories. Those brazen bruins are grabbing as many last minute calories as they can before they go into hibernation next month. They'd better not grab my dogs, or I will act just like the navy seal who was guarding the goats as Rayado--Kit Carson's old historic trading post. Last summer he awoke to the sound of a goat screaming in pain, saw it was being attacked by a bear, and promptly punched the offender in the nose! I interviewed him the next day to find out what possessed the man to attack a bear with his bare hands, and he told me he just didn't think about it at all. I suspect if any old bear (or person for that matter) decided to attack my babies, I just might react the same way!
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