The Bear

THEN. Christine was out in Oregon doing a survey a couple of years ago and while they were down by the river something wandered out of a burned out forest. The thought from a distance; it was a bear. ...turned out to be a half dead mutt. He was dehydrated, cut dirty, and very hot. They gave him water and he spent the rest of the day under the truck. When they got ready to go he was so tired they had to lift him into the back. Specifications: 47 lbs, one working eye.
NOW: Well after an unsuccessful attempt to find him a home he was placed on a plane bound for his New England. We got a call threatening to charge us for a kennel since he broke out of his during a lay over. Our house in Vermont was soon free of chipmunks and squirrels and now Sesame Street is short a few rabbits and the college campus is minus one groundhog. Despite the apparent lack of depth perception he is lethal on the rodent population. The only bad thing is that if you aren't around when he catches something he will bury it. His favorite spot is by the airconditioning unit next to the patio. We believe that he is half Border Collie and half NewFoundland.

He really is a fantastic dog. Fast, agile, intelligent and loveable. He is also amazing with children. His one downfall is that he is the alpha-male. Several dogs have attempted to teach him a lesson and all have failed. Most of the other dogs look at the gnarly bad eye and leave well enough alone, but there are always those few that can't leave well enough alone.

Specifications: 80 lbs, one working eye.