The Bear Facts

So, it's a peachy keen kinda day here on "What a Jolly Street". Everyone is busy cooking up their Thanksgiving dinners. I made a pot of homemade beef soup and fried potatoes. That's because I was the smart mamma and did the whole shebang last weekend. I'm sooo glad I did this.. Now it's over, and done with. The left overs have been eaten and were back to being normal.. Well, as normal as we can be. Speaking of being eaten.. Let me introduce you to Mr Bear.. He lives behind or houses out by the pond. The pond is my sanctuary. I visit it once or twice a day with our little puppy nuggets "Muffy".. Depending on who you speak with a bear will either leave you alone by the blowing of a sharp whistle or from the  honking of a very loud horn. The other camp say's that each year thousands of poor folk are brutally mauled by these pesky black bears.. It really doesn't matter to me. I walk regardless. Sometimes I take along a little orange whistle.. "Right" that's really going to do the trick. Or sometimes I bring along the bear whisperer aka my hubby. The person who runs the fastest is the one who escapes the deed. I always put on my favorite blue running shoes and off we go.. It's a shame really. How can one slightly menacing animal control your life.?. Why is he even there? My daughter the animal activist say's that they have just as much right to be there as we do. WE live in Northern Ontario for crying out loud. We have dozens of excellent dwelling places for the likes of Mr Urseida. That's my complaint of the day and my very first post.. I have 2 friends who have the most excellent blogs in the whole wide Universe.. I'm going to leave you the links.. That is if I can master that technology.. Gotta go and do life.. Adieu...