The Captain just left to take his mother home after dinner, and I took the dogs outside for a pee.
As he stopped at the top of the driveway to open the gate, he yelled, “ANNELEEEE!”
” I JUST SAW THE BEAR AT THE END OF THE ROAD.”
“YEAH … REALLY.”
“OH NO-O-O! … OKAY, WE’RE GOING IN. CLOSE THE GATE!”
The report, when the Captain returned, was that the bear is just a little way into the woods, near some garbage that likely came out of the tipped over cans at a nearby house.
So this is how my next weeks are going to be, looking over my shoulders, terrified to go out with the dogs for their last pee or their early morning business.
The dogs are all jittery. Leaping up and barking at any sound. They’re scared of the bear. You could tell from the pitch of their barks the other day that they were scared of it.
I am too!