I went lookin' for Grizzly leader Dirty Sam. It was time to go over boundaries again. We've been noticing the bears starting to wander closer to K-9 Town. They're up to no good.
"What you lookin' for, Sam?" I woofed, when I spotted him sprawled out in comfort on a hill nearby, gazing down on K-9 Town. "Why are you'al ignoring the boundaries?"
His narrowed eyes and impish grin betrayed him as he avoided my glowering stare. "We ain't doing nothing' but lookin' Omar. Just tryin' to be friendly, is all," he grunted.
"You make sure that's all you're doing, Sam," I snarled, knowin' better. "We don't want no trouble, but if that's what you're huntin'..."
Sam jerked forward, ready to lunge, who does he think he's barkin' at, then thought better of it. He hoisted his bulk, glared at me with furious squinted eyes and trotted away. He was good and mad.
"I'll be seeing you, Omar Blue," Dirty Sam roared, without turning back.
I watched him 'til he was out of sight. Our meet ups always end the same way. At one point, the Grizzlies thought they could scare us dogs into leavin' our home. But after witnessing how we handled other threats, they backed off.
It ain't over. It'll never be over. The Grizzlies are a bad bunch, but we ain't worried about them. As long as they keep their distance...
Omar
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