Pull up to get my mutt from my new groomer till my old one recovers from surgery, and I notice a big dog on the hill and THAT’S NO DOG. So I wait until he/she lumbers off.

So she tells me, “Oh that’s our bears. Two cubs and mama.” Ok. “Guy behinds us feeds them. Mama bears is much bigger, and has some brown down her back. Ok. Nice to know. If cubby wanders down to the other side of the road and mama comes a looking as you pull in, just hand her a Milk Bone?