monday i drove up to the house in tenn with my folks corgi, king leonidas. we got there around 6pm and straightened up as i hadnt been there in 2 months. i poured out some spoiled soy sauce on the back porch and was reading on the couch when i heard something and thought to myself 'the mice sure are getting bold coming out.' then leo started growling at the door that was ajar and got up to check it out. as soon as i opened the door leo ran off and was chased by something. suddenly i saw a black streak rush towards in the doorway, and recognized it as a black bear. i slammed the door and freaked out, screaming like a girl. i immediately ran to the other door and as i opened the door another bear ran up the stairs at me. by this point i was out of my mind running frantically, but the whole time i had this clear thought that my mother is going to kill me because her dog is a bear snack. i grabbed a headlight and baseball bat and ran outside going bananas: hitting trees and the house and yelling at the top of my lungs. i can hear the mother and cubs down in the woods and i hear leos little collar bell jingling and sheepishly coming up the drive.
i think when i opened the door the mother chased leo and one of the cubs bluff charged me. when she heard my flipping out she turned back then the other cub charged me on the front porch.
this little bear hates benches
this bear hates styrofoam insulation
this little bear hates football-sized yankee candles (autumn toasted-cinnamon swirly surprise)
this little bear loves sleeping in compost bins (this one is juuuust right)
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Oh my god! I am so glad you and the dog are okay!!!!
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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