Bearing Up!

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Me

I’m all confused as usual.  See I was out in the woods for a walk with Jean today and as we were making our way out of a shadowy bit a woman and a man were coming towards us. The woman was walking in front and so was I.

She was really well dressed compared to Jean who always wears the messiest clothes out on our walks. (I hope she doesn’t read this cos I don’t think she realises exactly how messy they are.) Anyway, the woman in the posh red outfit froze on the spot like she’d seen a ghost or worse than a ghost. I was so taken aback I skithered to a halt as well and just stared at her.

We were stuck in this stand-off for an age. There was absolute terror in her eyes and her face went so white I thought she was going drop down and, to tell the truth, the man didn’t look any great shakes either.

E  V E N T U A L L Y, the woman said she was from British Columbia and that she thought I was a black bear cos British Columbia’s woods are full of black bears.

I mean can you believe it? Someone thinking a puppy with spaniel ears could be a black bear?  I had to doogle British Columbia and Black Bears when I  could get my paws on the computer. Here’s a photo that I found:

Black Bear

This guy scared the livin’ daylights out of me and then I read all about the bears in British Columbia here. Jeepers creepers, what I need to know now is how anyone could ever live there and how could a puppy like me go for walks in the woods if the place is crawling with monsters like these.

I’ve a feeling that the woman probably saw me as looking like this  photo I found that Jean had marked as ‘Dud Stan.’

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Fiercesome Monster Me

Oh and Belated Happy Canada Day to anybody from Canada who reads this. Doogle is a mine of information!!

All this has made me think of how we carry our fears around in us and turn situations all inside out and upside down.

I hope the lady in red has recovered and realises that Ireland is bear-free.

Talk soon,

Stanny.

P.S. I’m all upset cos Stan Wawrinka that I was called after lost in Wimbledon. See, he won the Australian Open the weekend before Jean got me so we follow him all the time.

Author: socialbridge

I am a sociologist and writer from Ireland. I have worked as a social researcher for 30 years and have had a lifelong passion for writing. My main research interests relate to health care and I love to write both non-fiction and poetry.

24 thoughts on “Bearing Up!”

        1. It’s too late, Tom. I could sense danger just looking at that clip so I’m thinking there’s enough lovely bearless places I can go sniffin’around here in Ireland.
          The only hope I’d have with a mama bear is that she might think I was a lost cub but I’d have to get something radical done with my ears for that and Jean loves them too much for me to go down that road. Thank goodness for choice is all I can say! – Stanny

  1. You handsome guy, you taught me something today. I didn’t know that Ireland has no bears! I like bears, but don’t want to meet one without a sturdy wall between us!

  2. Stan, you are so adorable, how could anyone mistake you for a dangerous bear? Maybe a cuddly teddy bear. As for Jean’s old clothes for walking, why not? More fun to play with then and no bother about making a mess of her good clothes as she lets you jump all over her.

    1. Oh I’m blushing now ~ no one can see it though under all the black.
      Yeah, the clothes mean we can go into the muckiest places around and there’s no hassle. S.

    1. CC, I must say those Canadians were very nice once they got over the heebie-jeebies. I don’t think they really believed Jean though when she said not to worry about bears over here.

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