The papers are full of warnings. Bears are wandering everywhere through happy cottage country eating every thing they can get their big stinky paws on. And I've seen 'em, that's for sure, I know it! Why only a month ago there was a bear on the Pigdump North front porch! And me without a camera. Sigh.

And this past weekend at the same holiday getaway, I spotted a bear tearing a neighbour's bear-proof garbage bin to shreds. Now I'm a good neighbour and everything, but I sure wasn't going to get out of the car and "shoo" that bear away, no sir!

The next day as I was driving into town to visit the guys at Wayne's World, I noticed a really large mound of...well...of poo on the cottage road. Now I'm pretty sure there ain't any elephants in the MacTier bush, so I'm assuming it was bear poo. In the middle of the road. Which contradicts the rhetorical riddle, "Does a bear s__t in the woods?"

Lucky for you, dear Pigdump visitors, I did not have my camera then either. Goodness knows it would be fun to have a picture of a big dump of bear dump on Pigdump, but alas, we're all spared that embarrassment. Instead, won't you please enjoy the pictures of my cat Louis caught in action as he tried to tease a little mouse to death. Oh he never kills them, just tosses them around the cottage for 3 or 4 hours until I have to do the girl thing and run and get a man to kill the poor suffering thing.

Oh the wild breasts beasts of the north. Ah wilderness. Just think...this coulda been a big page of poo.

Thanks and good luck.