When Dean and Oso came up from the office tonight, this guy was in the house ~ actually back outside on the counter just outside the kitchen window through which he had entered. Dean was making noise on the inside. Oso had come around and was barking on the outside. After three "treeings" and a return to stare at Oso through the sliding door, the bear finally left.
He had opened the fridge and ate the hot dogs and Dean's not sure what else and took the bag of cheese to the bedroom. Remember what bears do in the woods? Well he did it once in the living room and twice in the bathroom. Dean has cleaned and cleaned and has most of it clean and aired out.
I am glad I left Oso at home this morning when the grands and I took Gill to the airport and came on to Carson for grandson's birthday dinner. I am officially spooked. I am getting out the pan and spoon I used last year and keeping them close. If Oso had been upstairs, it wouldn't have happened and . . . I don't want to deal with them at all. We will now make all the bear prevention preparations that we thought we didn't have to use any more because of having a male dog on the premises. Change of plans.
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