Da Bears

There was an old skit on Saturday Night Live in which George Wendt and some of his buddies were devout Chicago Bears fans but being Chicago-ites, it always came out "Da Bears!" About a week ago I was trying to take a nap one afternoon after work when some butthead is out in the parking lot honking his car horn. I get up thinking I am going to shove that car horn up somebody's ass. I go to my sliding glass door at my balcony and I see a Momma bear and her three cubs ambling through the apartment complex. One of our maintenance guys was honking his horn, trying to hurry them along. The bears were not really in that big of a hurry and I immediately thought "photo op!" I grab my camera and try sighting it in and I got some decent shots of the cubs as they ambled along. I was standing out on the balcony taking my pictures and Molly was standing beside me watching all of this. The funny thing was, Molly never made a sound. Not a whine, a woof, a bark. Nothing. I am sure Molly was thinking "Damn! That Momma bear is big. If I don't make a sound maybe she won't notice me." That is my Molly. Self preservation is the key.