Bear and Beardog

That is a bear. That is a black bear. I think it is a yearling cub. It is not Karl.

It is not Karl, because Karl is next to me and the black bear is down there…

Karl was just in front of the front porch, noshing on a treat as I was unloading groceries from the Jeep. The Jeep was also just in front of the front porch…to the south of Karl.

Karl suddenly jumped up, did his scent gulp thing and started the bear bark alternating with nose in the air scent gulp thing.

I grabbed Karl’s leash and went back out. I think that Karl knows that he is not 100%…he waited. I leashed him. The cub was still there. I dashed back for pepper spray and camera and we went to the edge of the ravine…watching for Mama.

Karl kept up the bear bark. Once I was there for backup, he strained at the leash. I took the photos. We came inside.

A black bear, although exciting, was not the only adventure of the day.

A nap for Karl, a glass of wine for me.

Bob??? He is in front of the woodstove – the woodstove which has a small fire crackling merrily… Our Saturday…partly!

Battle Stations!

Uh-oh…

Karl is on the job…

There is no sick leave at Beardog Consulting… When the going gets tough, the tough get going!

We are at battle stations!

Karl is protector of house, home and property as usual. Last evening, we started the medication that I believe gives him comfort without adverse effect. He wagged his tail last night! It does not have its curl back, but it wags – VICTORY!

For my part, I visualize my own army of warriors – angelic knights – standing at the ready around us and this house -with swords raised – keeping fear, worry and all that is not Joyful at bay. If something sneaks through, I yell at my army, fling forth my arms in wizardly power and command that the intruder be turned away!…dramatic maybe, but the visualization works :)!

The foe (and squirrel!) must be vanquished!!

Bob’s comment on the proceedings is not printable…

**All photos taken this morning (9/8/2010) – Karl rolls with the ebb and flow of his energy – I’m learning to do the same.

Thank you…more than words can say for your comments and prayers.

Black bear

Yesterday, early evening, Karl and I were outside enjoying the evening. We had been playing soccer but were on a break – standing and watching down the drop behind the house toward my nearest neighbor. Suddenly, several deer, at a dead run, ran from our right to left on the game trail at the bottom of the drop. Karl was excited in a different way than just deer…And then I saw the bear. The bear was not chasing the deer, but was on the move and the deer ahead of it….

No photos. I took Karl with me inside – got my camera, but didn’t see the bear again and I think it crossed the road vs turning and crossing my property.

But last year, on September 10, is when I saw a bear last…

Mama black bear and twin cubs – on the same game trail except they made the left turn and crossed my property, south of my house – between my house and the road. I was inside working. Karl was in the side yard. Karl sounded the bear alarm which is different than deer, different than squirrel, different than FedEx/UPS is here…different enough to get my immediate attention and I saw them.

I tore outside grabbing my bear spray (pepper spray) as I went. Karl had seen bears before, but always when we were both inside. He has smelled them and their scat on the trail. But this was the first “up close and personal” kind of encounter and a female with 2 cubs…I didn’t want any kind of confrontation.

Turns out, I needn’t have worried.

Karl barked the entire time and followed but did not chase them. It was exactly as I would have liked – I wouldn’t want him too close and I didn’t want him making them run – they need whatever food stores and fat they have – and although I love seeing them, I don’t want them getting the idea that around houses and people is good as that means their death sentence. Karl herded them across and off the property – barking and moving close enough to keep them moving, but not so close that they (or MAMA!!!) felt seriously threatened. Perfect!

Karl was out with them – I had only voice control, but I never had to invoke it. Karl, Karelian Beardog, did his job and did it well.

When I saw how Karl was working, I ran inside for my camera…but as for me and my job as photographer…I didn’t have the same success. You can see that they are bears though….right????