Just when I thought I was going to have a normal morning, my husband called us to the window to observe a bear in our backyard. After snacking on the breakfast buffet (our compost bin), he chewed on our hoses (to get a drink of water?), and then knocked over one of the potted plants to peer inside the sun room. Afterwards, he settled down for a nap. Good thing the wiener dogs were inside! Oh yeah, not a peep out of them. They’ll bark at every Tom, Dick, Harry and squirrel, but nooooo, not a bear! Guess that was good though. He would have snacked on them, too. Go figure! What a day!