Hey. Me again  Sammy.  You're not going to believe this.  The other night this STUPID BEAR thought he could come into my yard.  I don't know why those big three, four hundred pound creatures think they can push us little guys around.  They're supposed to have big scary claws, but I didn't see any that night.   Get this, he actually had the nerve to run right toward my house.  I had to do something 'cause Boots was standing on the back deck to see what was going on.  Now I had to protect the yard, the house and him.  He was useless, screaming my name like a little girl.  Does he think I ever listen to that?

Boy did that bear look surprised when I charged him head on.  He stopped in his tracks right as I cut to the side, right in front of his ugly bear face.  He was no match for this physique...the sport model, low to the ground.  I did a circle and came back at him, growling again.  I cut another circle and charged him head on once more.  At that point he turned chicken and headed straight for the woods.  He won't be coming back in my yard.  STUPID BEAR.