Our bear is back. And it brought a friend. Recently one night, around 8:30, we were watching TV. Our vicious 80-lb. pitbull rescue puppy was sleeping in Lisa's lap and suddenly jumped down and raced to the sofa by the window that looks out on our front yard. He began growling a deep and menacing growl. I looked out and didn't see anything, but I did notice our bird feeder was torn down. That meant only one thing: Bear. We both went to the window and looked out and saw a large shadow moving around the front yard. We turned out the lights to see better. Then we said, simultaneously, "There's another bear!' So we had two. We watched for a while and then I tapped hard twice on the window and they ambled off. Will there be three next time? Stay tuned, dear readers.
