So last weekend while the wahine, the three small dogs and me were paddling our way back down the Big East River in the Muskokas we came around the corner and spotted a bl**dy Black Bear on the bank.
He was busy trashing a shrub of some kind and didn’t notice us there, well at least until the Poodle gave it a few choice words. Of course this is the same dog that cries while she is fleeing from cats so take that with a grain of salt.
Anyway, he took one look at us and buggered off thank Crom. And there I was trying to work out how to tip Connie out of the canoe on the bears side of the river. Ha!
