Farley’s Friday: Dog and Bear

Farley here.

Deep sleep to wide awake. I smell it. I stand and walked stiff-legged to the window.

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Farley’s Bear Impersonation

I take a deep sniff. There’s a bear behind my house.

I growl. Deep in my throat and that wakes my human.

“What’s wrong?” Kristina asks but doesn’t raise her head.

I bark.

She rolls over.

I bark again and jump on her. This gets her attention.

I run back to the window and bark some more. This gets the neighbor’s dogs going.

My humans turn on the flood light, and sure enough, there’s a bear in the back yard.

I run to the basement, hide in the closet, and bark as loud as I can.  My barks echo here, so I know I’m loud.

When I hear all is quiet, I slink  back upstairs and check.  The bear is gone.

Good thing I was here to talk care of things.
Woof Woof.

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Farley’s Friday: Bears and Dogs

Farley here,

It’s bear season again, and you know that means. I’m back on a leash. I made the mistake once, only once, of chasing a bear, and now Kristina thinks I’m not reliable when there are bears around.

This guy was in our backyard last year. We’d just come home from a walk, and he was meandering across our grass and over into the neighbours yard.  He’s pretty little, so what harm could he do. He’s giving me a snarky look because I’m barking at him. No chasing though. Kristina has a good grip on my harness.

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But I can still have fun with a leash on. Kristina lets me sneak around the golf course sometimes. This is my favorite hill. Rolling down it is a blast. Then it’s back to Kristina and walking on leash. I don’t know why that’s safer than walking off-leash. But she’s in charge, so what’s a dog to do?

Farley rolling downhill

Woof Woof

Farley’s Friday: Canadian Wildlife

Farley here,

Excitement in the forest. That’s an understatement. One buck and three bears.

I woke up to a misty morning, stretched my legs and headed for the back door. Staring in at me was this buck. His silky antlers are about the size of his ears but will grow. He’s a white tail and usually hangs with two others.

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I’ve learned the hard way that a buck will move away if I’m in the area. A doe will stand her ground, stomp at me and warn me to head the other way. I get the shakes when I’m around a doe and am smart enough to know it’s her territory. Bears are different. I need to get them away from my humans.

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Yesterday, I arrived home from my morning walk with wet paws. We  climb the steps at the side of our house, blissfully unaware of what’s  lurking in the forest. Kristina grabs my towel and squats with her back to the forest. I lift my front paw for her. We’re face-to-face. I lick her nose.

I glance over her shoulder. My body stiffens. My upper lip curls. I emit a slow growl.

Kristina tenses. Her adrenaline rush is so strong, I can feel it in my bones. She looks like Sigourney Weaver in Alien. You know the scene where Weaver realizes an alien is behind her but she doesn’t look back.

Inch-by-inch Kristina turns her head. I lunge, trying to get over Kristina’s shoulder. I need to protect her. She grabs my harness and stops me. Twenty feet away, the black bear stares at us. He doesn’t move.

Kristina slowly drags me into the house, all the while saying, “Whoa Bear.”

Matt explodes out the door with and air horn. After three blasts, the bear disappears. He takes his time, meandering through our backyard, not really caring we’re there.

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The day before, this guy was waiting for us at the side of our house.  He was smaller but still not concerned we were so close to him.

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The third bear I mentioned, I saw a couple of weeks ago while we were out walking. Maybe the rest of day will be calm.

Woof woof.