Bear Update

I promised you an update on the Bear situation, so here it is. 

He was missing for a few days. I thought, perhaps, that he had moved on, since he didn't find any food around my house. 

Nor did the poor birdies, which I am missing terribly. It's a shame, I will have to work to get them back, when the bear scare is past. 

Anyway, I digress. 

I was starting to become a little more comfortable outside in my garden once more, not looking behind me every second. 

And then he was back. On a bright sunny morning, there he was, rambling around my backyard like he owned it. 

I shouted at him, "Go Away, Bear" and he moseyed off into the woods once more. 

Whew. 

Later that afternoon, my little Monkey wanted to play ball. 

She loves her Chuck It. She'll stand by the closet where I stash it when it's not in use and cry, looking up at me so pitifully, wiggling her tiny tail. 

How can I say no to that little face?

So, off we went to play Chuck It. 

When she sees me take it out of the closet, she gets so excited, she starts barking and jumping around like a lunatic.

I open the kitchen door, and the Monkey takes off like a nut-job, running down the steps and out to the back garden, barking like a crazy dog. 

I throw the ball from the deck, and then head out and meet her in the back garden to continue our game. 

She really, really loves her Chuck It!!  

Anyway, eventually it's time for her to take a rest, and me to get some peace. 

So I lure her back into the house with the promise of a 'cookie.' 

We swap out the ball for a treat....works every time. 

And mommy can go back out to the garden and water, in peace. 

Except that while I was watering, I heard this God-awful screech in the woods. 

I turned around to see the bear dropping out of a tree. 

I'm not sure which of us was more terrified, me or the bear. 

I can't believe it, but it looks like Sweetie was right - the bear must have been scared of the little Monkey, and scrambled up a tree!

I still wouldn't want to see her chasing him, but it appears that bears are certainly afraid of dogs. 

Would he be afraid if he realized that her bark is much bigger than she is?

I doubt it. 

But, perhaps it worked....because I haven't seen him since. 

Fingers crossed it stays that way. 

Because I need to take my garden back.