Post by dylan on Sept 30, 2011 20:22:13 GMT -5
The pack used to make fun of me for chasing away Nazi squirrels and birds and for sounding the alarm on Nazi cats that jump up on the roof, but not anymore. The biggest Nazi's of them all came to visit; The Terrible Nazi Bear.
I heard him in the night while honest dogs lay sleeping. The pack leader said, "go to sleep Dylan, there's nothing there," but I knew better. We had an intruder. We had a bush snapping monolith the size of a mountain. It was coming to eat everything; the cats, the two-legged puppies, the house, my biscuits buried in the yard and I was the only one that could save us!
When the pack leader finally opened the entrance to the cave, I ran out and chased the bear all the way up the hill. Then, I rolled around in his perfume to disguise myself and so the ladies would twitter over my new aroma. The pack leader was not pleased and gave me a quick bath. She has absolutely no idea what smells good.
After that she ran out and took a photo of the bear track, with one of those flame things beside it. She said that was for perspective, but I don't think bears have any perspective beyond eating.
She said it wasn't a very big bear and was happy that it was a berry bear and not a garbage bear. I'm glad too. If anyone has a right to the delicacies in the garbage, it's me! She also said that the three day seize ended because the bear went back to his cave. But that's another thing I know more about. I chased the bear off. I frightened it with my ferocious growl and it ran away like a scared rabbit. I am Dylan! The great Nazi chasing dog. I'm not afraid of the squirrels. I'm not afraid of the cats, and i'm not afraid of any old berry eating bear.
I heard him in the night while honest dogs lay sleeping. The pack leader said, "go to sleep Dylan, there's nothing there," but I knew better. We had an intruder. We had a bush snapping monolith the size of a mountain. It was coming to eat everything; the cats, the two-legged puppies, the house, my biscuits buried in the yard and I was the only one that could save us!
When the pack leader finally opened the entrance to the cave, I ran out and chased the bear all the way up the hill. Then, I rolled around in his perfume to disguise myself and so the ladies would twitter over my new aroma. The pack leader was not pleased and gave me a quick bath. She has absolutely no idea what smells good.
After that she ran out and took a photo of the bear track, with one of those flame things beside it. She said that was for perspective, but I don't think bears have any perspective beyond eating.
She said it wasn't a very big bear and was happy that it was a berry bear and not a garbage bear. I'm glad too. If anyone has a right to the delicacies in the garbage, it's me! She also said that the three day seize ended because the bear went back to his cave. But that's another thing I know more about. I chased the bear off. I frightened it with my ferocious growl and it ran away like a scared rabbit. I am Dylan! The great Nazi chasing dog. I'm not afraid of the squirrels. I'm not afraid of the cats, and i'm not afraid of any old berry eating bear.