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!