too soon for early

As a knitting day, or any kind of fiber related day,
yesterday was a bust. Just as Sunday was
a day to settle in, take in the outdoors, shift into low gear… Monday was all about business. Not the money making real kind of business,
but work none the less. It was going to
town, getting the mail that had accumulated for the last two months, a sorting
through, cleaning up, finishing the (not so big) dig, and finally taking
another walk. I’m reconnecting, after a
long disconnect. The trip into town was a
muddy slip sliding affair. The mud is
slippery as ice, mixed with what’s left of the slush pushing the wheels this
way and that. Grab the steering wheel
and hold on. It was another record
breaking day, temps into the low fifties. The local jerk radio dog trainer ( they teach the dogs to chase down the
bears, tree them, and then by using the radio frequency broadcast from the dog
collars triangulate their positions, walk in.. or drive over to, and shoot the
bear) was parked at the bottom of my drive when I returned from town. Figuring that maybe he thought, as I had the
day before, that the bear just might have started to wake in the warm weather,
I went out to check for tracks. These F*#k’g
JERKS! You know, I don’t blame the dogs,
but I won’t let their owners onto the property to retrieve them. If they are so willing to put the dogs at
risk, well then, so be it. They’ll have
to wait until the dogs leave the property, bear willing. The bear isn’t chasing after the dogs, but
tree it and maybe it’ll attack if it can. If that happens, I’ll root for the bear. I know there are lots of you that are hard core dog lovers; don’t get
mad, I’m not hard hearted. But what kind
of idiot pits animals against one another? It’s the only way I can give the bear a chance. He doesn’t have a radio man to protect
him. Okay, enough said… (my rant of the
day)… Luckily, I did not see any
evidence of the bears being out yet. Sleep soundly. The warm weather
continues. It’s raining in the woods.