Interviewing Bear as a Puppy

“What’s your full name?”
“Polar Bear T. Dog, but I just go by ‘Bear’.”
“Are you a bear?”
“No. I’m a puppy. I’m a big white puppy. That what she says I am. She says, ‘You big white dog, you’. The vet, too. He says I’m just a ‘big ol’ white dog’.”
“How old are you, Bear?”
“Seven months and change.”
“And you’re already THAT big? You’re as big as your older brother, Dusty T. Dog!!!”
“‘I’m quite as big for me as you are big for you‘.”
“How do you like living with your – mom? Is that your mom?”
“Adopted mom, I guess. We call her our human. I like it a LOT. I LOVE my big brother, Dusty T. Dog and my sister, Mindy T. Dog. Our human is nice to me and loves me and takes me for walks and gives me food. We even took a long trip to Colorado Springs and I got to visit my cousins, Shoe, Coda and Satchmo and we went on two hikes! She even teaches me things. I love learning things. I’m pretty smart. Our human says I’m VERY smart. But I just want to stay here so I try to make sure that everything goes OK.”
“Where were you before?”
“I was in a big pen. There were a lot of other dogs around. They had their own pens. I was only there a little while. Before that I was just wandering around trying to find a place to live.”
“When was that?”
“Three human months ago. I know this because my human told me. I was a young puppy when she found me.”
“Where did she find you?”
“On that stupid Facebook thing she looks at when she could be playing with ME. I knew when I saw her the first time that I wanted to live with her.”
“How did you know?”
“She came out to meet me. She stood a few feet from my pen and I started to run to the side near where she was standing and I was going to jump up, but something about her told me ‘No. Sit.’ So I sat and looked at her. Then the nice girl who takes care of the dogs in that place let my human come in my pen. At first I was shy, but when my human started to leave, I was afraid she wasn’t going to take me with her after all.”
“What did you do?”
“I was just a puppy and I lost control. I jumped up on her back.”
“What did she do?”
“She turned around. She put her hands on both sides of my head. She told me it would be OK. Then she kissed me and held me close to her. She came back a few days later and brought me here to meet Dusty T. Dog and Mindy T. Dog.”
“Then what happened?”
“She took me back to the place. Now I know she wasn’t ready for me yet. A couple of days later, she came and got me for reals.”
“So you’re happy now?”
“Oh yes, and I have work to do every day.”
“I help my human break down cardboard boxes so she can put them in the trash. I have other jobs, too.”
“Like what?”
“I have to guard our stock against large predators such as bears and mountain lions.”
“How’s that going?”
“Pretty well. So far, they’ve all stayed away.”


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      • Oh, no! Why did she run? Oh, Martha. Piper got out a few weeks ago. It was the worst 3-1/2 hours of my life. I imagine it was scary with Bear gone. Gosh, I hope she doesn’t try a freedom run again.

        • I think she ran because there was kind of a crisis. I was taking them both to the slough, Dusty couldn’t get in the car (too high for him) and I left the hatch open for a second and was yelling “Dusty!” Bear jumped out and took off. She ran right to the golf course and we went after her. She went into a neighborhood and couldn’t figure out how to get across the ditch. We saw her and Dusty (and his nose) told me where to find her and she was there. It was scary. She’s VERY FAST and I’m not and neither is Dusty. The only reason we got her was because she was trying to get to us at the golf course. I think she was playing a game.

          How did you get Piper?

          • It was so dark and my husband went on the porch to bring in the cat dishes for the neighbrohood cats we feed. Piper slipped through that door and took off. I put more food and a toy of hers on the porch. Three and a half hours later I hear this loud meowing at the front door. I opened it up and she ran in. Martha–she has never been out before. Cats must have some strange radar. I was pretty panicked….

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