I ended up with a puppy one day in the winter. Fiery red with white legs and paws and a curly tail that tipped white on the end. We became the very best of friends. I had never had a dog as an adult and every dog I did have while growing up-I had to drop off on the side of the road seemingly every time it grew to be bigger or become hurt etc. So my dog and I became so close. I never thought I could love an animal so much.

EXCEPT he loved to chase any wild animal completely off of the property. (I had a GPS collar on him and he would literally chase them off the property, only).

Which, was fine. Right? the daily couple of squirrels and occasional fox or coyote didn’t seem to hurt anyone, so.. that’s what it was. But, I live in Alaska. And one day, a fear I had put in the back of my mind, unraveled in my front yard.

My dog “Hitler” was barking up a 900 LB BEAR. Being 150 pounds himself, this bears cub was bigger than my Hitler.

There was nothing I could do. I called for Hitler, opening the door. Yelling at this monster. Threw pans at the bear. Then I realized, I was making it even more agitated. Also, making Hitler more protective as I was in eyesight. Horrified, I left the door open just in case Hitler may decide to come in. I went upstairs and to the window facing the front yard and called for Hitler, thinking he would come in. About the time I did that, the bear suddenly turned from seeming irritated but not angry-into “I’m walking away with my cub-some-hit you with bear paw. I turned away and heard Hitler Yelp.. horrified, sick to my stomach, inside the house, I listened intently at his yelling.. barking, Bear breathing, Barking, bear breaths.. until I thought he was dead. It was silent.

I peered over the window-No Bear in sight. I run outside to my dog. He attempts to raise his head in the direction I am only assuming the bear left in and tried to wag his tail-which, was hanging off. His jaw-hanging off...