[cyberia]

Bears to the left of me, a pit bull to the right.

Been gone a few days because I'm nursing a fractured ankle.

All Saturday night Trudi our dog was in bear alert mode. Running from window to window ruffing and growling. She does this when bear are active around the house.

At about 1:30 Sunday morning she was in the front window of our greeting room when she went ballistic. I had had just about enough and clicked on the floodlights and opened the front door to chase off whatever was out there.

What I found were two young black bear in the front yard about six feet from the door. The sudden light and sound of the door opening startled them and they started flee, but in the general direction of the door and me. This was all Trudi had to see. She bolted for the open front door.

Now, this dog has more guts than brains. Though these two young bear were small but had a combined 400 pounds on her and twice the teeth. I reached out and hooked my left hand onto her collar.

A 95 pound motivated pit bull is a powerful animal. Her thrust was such that she spun me around and I slammed my right ankle against the steel leg of a miter saw table. Still I managed to hold onto the collar, pull her in and get the door closed.

Both bear ran like hell.

I'm on vikaden, my foot is swelled in size enough to rival that of Fred Flintstone and I may not be on as much in the next few days.

Trudi is walking around with ears hung low and bringing squeak toys and bones to my beside to try and make up.

Her and I need to have a long talk about where she needs to draw the line on bears.