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It’s so hot where we live that I’m always happy when Mom and Dad decide to go visit the mountains.

Even if I have to put up with their fascination for fake bears.

Yes, once again we’ve gone to a cabin that’s full of bear stuff. I really don’t get it, since they have a REAL Behr…ME!

This one was up high in the living room, and I thought he looked kind of creepy.

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I’m wasn’t sure if he was laughing at me, or showing me his fangs.

The fake bears were everywhere, so I mainly stayed outside so I didn’t have to look at them. I kept watch though, in case more tried to come in the yard. 

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I was in “sniff heaven” around the cabin, since lots of wild animals pass through there at night.

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When I got tired of sniffing, it was fun to watch the ducks flying down to the lake and playing in the water. I’ve been a bird watcher since I was a tiny pup.

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What do you mean I wasn’t supposed to shred the bed in this dog house? Didn’t the owners tell us to “make ourselves at home?” Well, I did.

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Outside wasn’t totally free of the pretend bears, though. There was a big one on the porch, unfortunately.

Mom wanted to take a picture of us together, as if we were friends or something!   Notice how we won’t even look at her at all, and I refused to sit totally down and look natural.

The fake bear kept trying to get out of the picture, so they had to tie him down. 

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In spite of the phoney bears, I thought the trip to the cabin was a happy one. Even the trees are happy around there! 

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I heard Mom say something about their bark, but I never heard them make a sound. Silly trees.

♥ Behr Behr, the REAL bear 🙂

 

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On the last day of my Mom’s conference, we had planned a special hike to some waterfalls. We were going to have a picnic there and play in the water.

The hike was going well for a while.

 

 

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As it got later in the day, Mom kept talking about a class she had just taken on medical care for people who were attacked by mt. lions and bears. I don’t know why she was saying that, since I’ve never attacked anybody. I’m not “lion” when I say that, either. 🙂

 

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We finally got to the waterfall where we were going to play in the water and have our food, which I was really looking forward to.

I was enjoying the water and waiting for my snacks, when suddenly Mom changed her mind and said we had to leave because it was the wrong time of day to be there and that we didn’t have pepper spray.

I don’t know why she needed pepper spray, since we hadn’t even gotten our food out yet. She loves pepper, but never mentioned spraying it on her food before.

Then she said she wanted to be closer to our car, so we hiked BACK without even eating! I was NOT happy!!! Mom and Dad always give me snacks when we hike, and I was hungry.

We got back closer to our car and FINALLY Mom was happy about having our food. They sat down to eat and got my snacks and bully sticks out and life was good again.

 

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I was hoping Mom was over her weird behavior, but she was just getting started.

She reminded Dad that I was a dane (duh!) and that I was supposed to be interested in bears (hello, I AM a bear). Then she said I had to stay on a leash and not go anywhere. The only thing good was she let me keep my snacks. 

She kept looking around for more bears. I think one Behr is all they need. I seriously was having doubts about her at this point.

Suddenly, she grabbed Dad and said loudly, “Bear!” without explaining herself. He thought I was eating stuff I wasn’t supposed to (OK, I do that pretty often…) and grabbed me to look. I didn’t want him to take my bully stick, so I swallowed it WHOLE. No way was I giving that up after waiting so long for it.  The next thing I know, I’m being taken back to the car and Mom saying something about me being blonde. Ok, now I think she seriously needs help.

When we got back to the parking lot, she and Dad were telling everyone I was a blonde Behr and they all ran back to their cars. They didn’t know my name was “Behr”, so they thought Mom meant this:

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(a blonde phase black bear- photo source unknown)

I was trying to picture myself as a blonde.

Blonde Behr

I finally decided I should keep my black hair.

Then we drove back to town and ate in a restaurant, instead of finishing our food at the picnic area. I have no idea why Mom and Dad went all the way out to the forest to eat and then didn’t eat their food and tried to take mine away.

All I can say is at least the next day they were normal again, thankfully. 

♥ Behr Behr, the blonde babe 🙂

 

Behr Behr’s mom’s side of the story… I was attending a medical conference, which included classes (complete with graphic photos and video) on bear attacks. Being the last class I took in the conference, the images were still on my mind as we hiked.

I was watching for bears since we were in  known heavy bear territory. I kept Behr on the leash while eating because Danes were originally bred for bear hunting, and my previous danes let me know the instinct was still there when the opportunity presented itself. 

A RARE blonde (black bear in gold phase) was quickly heading for our table when I saw it and said, “BEAR!” We left in a calm but steady manner, leaving our food on the table as a diversion for the bear. The ploy worked, but we lost our possessions, food, cooler, etc.The bear came very close to me as I was getting up from the table. Too close for comfort.

I just wanted to clear things up and let you know I hadn’t really lost my mind. 🙂 

Anyone wanting to learn more about bear and mt. lion behavior and attacks can get this book or a really great video to learn bear behavior. Both are by Dr. Stephen Herrero. I have absolutely no affiliation with him, and am not compensated for referrals to his materials. I do think his work and classes are invaluable if you hike or camp in bear country, though. 

That’s my side of the story, although Behr’s viewpoint is valid.

She’s a pretty funny dog with a wild imagination and fun perspective. That’s why we love her so much. She keeps us laughing with her view of things, for sure. 🙂


I just have to tell you a silly story about my parents. Two things make this story so funny to me.

1- After this trip, they wondered if was a bad idea to have named me “Behr” (which is German for bear, if you wondered) and

2- For some reason they thought I had become a blonde or something, and it caused people to panic and rush back to their cars. I don’t get it. In fact, the whole day was just plain weird.

Here’s how it all began.  We went on a really cool trip for my mom’s work.

She and Dad love bear stuff, so naturally we got a cabin with bear things all over it. (again) I don’t know why they bother, since they have a real live Behr, but oh well.

 

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Brown arrows are where their eyes look when we walk in, and the red paw print is where mine look.

 

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I rushed right to the area my eyes were focused on and found this nice basket of goodies just for me! I like this cabin already!

 

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It was a great place by a lake. While Mom was in her conference each day, Dad and I took hikes around the lake. Very cool.

 

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At night, we ate at fun places where dogs could go. There were bears everywhere, but they were fake.

 

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Some of the fake bears even tried to break into the restaurant. I get in trouble when I try things like that. I can’t even get into the trash can around our house!

So all of that was the normal part of our trip.

Stay tuned to hear about the day when my mom and dad suddenly acted really weird and scared people by saying I was a blonde.  I really don’t know why they do stuff like that, but it keeps my life interesting. 🙂

♥ Behr Behr, the REAL bear, who doesn’t break into restaurants. Or trash cans.

Since I wasn’t going to be traveling the world anymore,* I had to decide what to do with all of my time.

I took a walk in the forest to think and plan things out.

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First I would finish my TRAINING in scent detection (“nosework”) and win a bunch of contests.

Behr in training

Behr in training

 

Nosework Training

I’m sure that would make the FBI want to hire me as a special agent tracking bad guys down.

Behr FBI Badge

My skills as an agent would surely attract movie agents, and they would want to make a movie about me. 

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Then I would travel to many states and sign autographs and meet my fans.

Where ever I would go, they would put signs up on highways in my honor. It would be a picture of me walking with little bears following in my footsteps because I would be their hero.

Bear crossing sign framed

Of course,I would take lots of photos for my friends so they could see what I was up to. 🙂 I’d include scenery for the humans and fun animal pictures for my puppy friends.

Travel landscapes

Fun Animals

So, how many of these things do you think I actually accomplished?  Well, stay tuned and find out 🙂

♥ Behr Behr, the nosey FBI agent, whose movies are a sign of her fame 🙂

 

*If you are joining me for the 1st time, this story began here..

Sorry, my mom got stuck at work for a lot of extra hours and couldn’t post this until LATE Tuesday. That’s why it’s Tuesday

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♥ Behr Behr, the sneaky snacker 🙂

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My Dad’s being silly again. My Mom came home the other day to find the sign on our gate had been changed to look more like me. Well, sort of.

Here’s what it’s supposed to look like…


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And here it is now…

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For those who don’t know it, my name, Behr Behr, is German for “little bear.” Mom and Dad say I act like one because I’m kind of wild and act more like a bear than a great dane. Personally, I take that as a compliment.

Behr Behr …..grrrrr

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Just wondering. Apparently my parents think so. My Mom raised horses for a long time, so when it she needed a warm, durable “coat” for me for our camping trip this coming week, she got me a horse blanket. Ok, I know you are laughing, but I don’t think it’s that funny. Really. Seriously now, no laughing. Do I look like I’m amused?

Like I said before, it takes a good sense of humor to live with my parents sometimes. I should have never asked, “What will they think of next?”

How do they come up with these things anyhow? Sometimes I wonder if they just stay up at night dreaming up funny things to do to me.

Here I was, all excited about my first ever camping trip. They said they were taking me to the mountains (almost 10,000 ft. elevation), where there are lots of trees and fun things to do. Even Rusty chimed in and told me I’d like it because camping means lots of walkies and squirrels. (see the comment under “Squirrel Patrol”) Then I started finding out there were some funny catches to my vacation. First it was the cable thing I have to be on sometimes. No big deal; it’s like a super long leash. After that, they told me it’s really cold up in these mountains, so I would need to wear a coat. Ok, I’ve done that before too.

Then the UPS man brought a package to our house with my coat in it. Just a side note about the UPS man while we are on the subject. I think he’s afraid of me because my bark sounds scary. Ha Ha Ha. When he brought my coat, he literally just threw it onto our patio without even coming to our door. The time before that, he ran when he heard me bark. What a funny guy. 🙂

Anyhow, I was shocked when I saw my new “coat”!!! What kind of coat is this!?!? And did we have to buy a blaze orange one???? (and one that’s a little too big) Hello, it’s embarrassing enough for me to wear a silly horse blanket, but then to make it bright orange too??? I’ll bet even the squirrels will be laughing.

All I can say is this “camping thing” had BETTER be fun. I’ll let you know how it went when I get back.

♥ Behr Behr, just horsing around….

Note from Behr Behr’s mom: I bought her blaze orange because it happens to be bear and deer hunting season near where we are going, and I didn’t want her to look like a black bear cub to a careless hunter…. even tho they aren’t supposed to be near the campground. It’s been known to happen, unfortunately.

Foal and miniture horse blankets happen to fit most great danes, just so you know. They also happen to be waaaayy less expensive than “dog coats” as a rule, and far more durable. I guess others have bought them because now they even make horse blankets for dogs (including small dogs). Behr’s is waterproof and insulated even. I’m going to add an additional strap around her waist tho, since it’s big on her right now. Great idea for a growing pup in my opinion.

Behr’s mom here. I’m borrowing “little” Behr Behr’s computer while she’s asleep. Shhhh. Whatever you do, don’t wake her up, please! It’s finally calm around here while she’s napping, and I need the peace and quiet!! Those of you who know Behr Behr personally will totally understand. Those who don’t know her personally will have to just imagine what it’s like living with a wild bear cub in your house. No kidding.

Anyhow, Kathryn, of 4urpets fame, and Pedro, of Vote for Pedro, have issued a challenge for the scariest teeth photo from the world of dog blogdom. No problem; I have just the perfect photo!!! This one is going to be the most bizarre, for sure!

(bat photo source:http://animals.nationalgeographic.com/animals/mammals/common-vampire-bat/)

Amazing bat imitation, isn’t it?

This is what Behr Behr does sometimes when we put her in her crate while we are at the dinner table, so that she’s not getting into anything and we can eat in peace. (the crate is within view of the table) She lays down in her crate, teeth resting on the bars, just making weird faces at us. Heaven only knows what goes thru her mind while she’s doing this!! I wish I knew sometimes. It does make us laugh, tho, and laughter is good for the heart. It’s one of the many reasons we love our little Behr Behr.

Behr Behr’s mom.  🙂

Greetings from the BEAR REFUGE.

In case you didn’t know, my name, Behr, is German for “little bear”. Hmmmm. I’m growing up into a big bear someday, so I sure hope they don’t change my name when I’m not little anymore! I try real hard to live up to the name “bear”, too! Grrrrrrr.

I’ve been really, really bored lately. I haven’t really done any fun things to write about, either, although Mom and Dad are supposed to take me somewhere with LOTS and LOTS of great danes tomorrow. Yippeeee! We are going to a really big dog show that is only for great danes, although I’m not going to be in it myself. I will get to hang out and hopefully meet lots of other danes and see what it’s like to be at a show, tho. Mom and Dad put my showing on hold for a while until the vets finish running tests on me. I sure hope they don’t find any thing really wrong, tho, and that I can go back to playing and having a normal puppy life soon. More on that when I find out.

SO, meanwhile, I’m having to “rest more”, which in puppy language means other than walkies, I’m just hanging around the house totally bored silly. Mom said our home was a bear refuge for now. I had to look up the word “refuge” ‘cause it was a new word for me. I guess a refuge is a place where wild animals live to stay protected from any danger or stressful things. I take that as a compliment, being called a “wild animal”, that is, so I guess a bear refuge is a good thing. Well, at least for a little while.

I’ve grown up enough that I don’t tear up stuff around the house now, just toys. I even got a toy that was supposed to be strong enough for real tigers, but believe me, it was no match for this wild bear!! It was a Tuffy’s “Mega Ring”,

made with 3 layers of industrial grade luggage material, covered by 3 layers of PVC and then 1 layer of fleece, all held together with 7 rows of stitching. I ran around with it for a while, and then within 45 minutes I had pulled it apart. Unfortunately, Mom took it away from me, right when I was really starting to have fun with it. Here’s a picture of my handiwork. I’m pretty proud of how nice this toy looks now.

Since this lasted me longer than most dog toys, I decided that maybe I should get on the ‘net and find some more toys made for tigers and bears. I found a website that has toys for zoos and refuges, so Mom said maybe she’ll buy toys from there instead of the pet store. We’ve been looking thru the wish lists made by other wild bears and lions to get ideas of toys for me. What a great idea! We’ll turn this place into a serious wild bear habitat before long if I get my way. I can hardly wait!

♥ Behr Behr, tiger tough, with a teddy bear heart. 🙂

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