I heard someone say that August is the Sunday night of the school year. We’re well into Tuesday here, even though we have a chunk of the month left.
Tim and Katrina left last week. Katie goes this week. And dear Cedar–who failed her second bear encounter test–may soon be meeting “The Educator.”
![](https://sites.middlebury.edu/cedar/files/2022/08/Educator-1024x880.jpg)
I love her. The kids love her. And she comes when called most of the time. Bear 2 was a pretty epic failure, though. She had been out in the boat with us–admittedly cooped up for some time–and I let her out of the truck as I detached the boat in the near-darkness…about 9 pm. Cedar immediately got her hackles up, woofed, and took a few quick steps towards a HUGE shadow of a creature in the neighbor’s driveway.
She bolted for the bear.
I called her somewhat calmly. I bellowed. I blew the whistle. She came about halfway back, then spun back around for Ursa giganticus, who also turned out to be Ursa mellowest. Cedar eventually came back (to an audience of a neighbor or two) and Gentle Ben sauntered on, a shadow leaving shadows.
So … maybe it’s time for me to remind Cedar that I am not bound by the terms of conventional warfare. I am not above trading my pride, and a fair bit of cold hard cash, for a little bit of e-schooling.
Meanwhile, a few shots from the dog’s days of August.
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