About an hour later, Slave was out in our back yard when I saw something that was unique for these parts. On the flight here I had read an article in the Times about bears coming ever closer to human turf in Colorado and New Mexico this year due to the agonizing draught. They are desperate to gorge before the winter hibernation season, and have been forced to loot trash bins and invade kitchen pantries when a window or door are left open.
But it's something we don't expect here, on a flat plain, about 1 mile or so before the Sangre de Christo mountains pop up behind us, with lots of fences between us and bear country.
Nevertheless, as I pulled some weeds that had popped up on our patio, no more than about 10 feet from me, an adolescent bear scampered between a low adobe wall and a stand of red willow bushes.
The little beast was about 4 feet long, and maybe 3 feet high on all fours as he/she casually strolled by. Of course this suggested that Mama bear, no doubt considerably bigger was not far, so I simply held my ground rather than follow the little rascal.
I brought this up later to Mistress, who was sorry she had missed my sighting. It did not prevent her from napping out on the patio later in the afternoon, though, and letting the mid-afternoon sun grace her naked breasts.
But it my impact my switch day plans for her.
"Mistress, what if I tie you to that chair tomorrow, smear a little organic honey on your clean shaven folds, and see what develops?"
That would be one of those horny babes in bondage meets wildlife story that 'Nilla would go for wouldn't it?
"If you tie me out there you better not leave me alone, Slave."
Probably a good idea. Now I have more to worry about than the Fed Ex man getting an eyeful.
