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Sanity's Last Stand
“Blah blah blah, food, blah blah, bears . . . so make a lot of noise.”
I stopped walking, and Noodles, the Wonder Dog, abruptly jerked to the end of the leash in my hand. I really wasn’t paying attention to Mr. Right’s instructions, yet I intuited some of their importance when the word “bear” sunk in.
“You want me to make noise?” Him telling me to be loud and proud was a U-turn from the norm. Uh-oh.…