My dogs were strolling in Kincaid with their beloved Karie and some other canine friends when they came upon not one but two black bears, a couple of moose and a couple of calves. The good news is that everyone made it back to where they were supposed to be in one piece. The better news is that neither of my dogs (yes, I’m talking about you, Carm!) thought it necessary to bark incessantly and take on either the bears or moose. For this we are all eternally grateful. Almost as grateful, in fact, as Bubba and Carm were to get home to where there are locking doors and safety from all but those noisy birds.