The one that got away...

Mr Ranger was as good as his word. He found us a lovely little pond to fish in. Mr Ranger and I sat on a little hill by the side of the pond and Rabbie sat nearby, just dabbling his paws in the pond. Everything went really well until I got a bite. Now, I know fishermen are renowned for exaggerating the size of the fish they caught, but this one was enormous! A beautiful big salmon, all silvery and splashing about so hard I thought I'd lose my grip on the rod. But as soon as it appeared, a certain very large bear launched himself into the water, and made the fish disappear in an instant. I wouldn't mind the fish going but Rabbie made such a splash that me and Mr Ranger were both wet through. Even my wellies were full of water!

Mr Ranger gave Rabbie a very stern telling off, but after we had dried out a bit, we couldn't stay cross with him, as he looked so sorry for himself. We went back to Mr Ranger's cabin and shared a big pot of honey. Now the only problem I've got is how to get honey out of fur. Any suggestions?

Ranger to the Rescue

Well, what a relief! I turned around to see what was causing the rustling in the bushes, and out stepped a small but definitely friendly animal in a very smart uniform. He announced that he is the National Park Ranger for the area, and asked if I needed any assistance. I thought that was a bit of a strange question to ask when a few feet to his left stood a gigantic bear. Mr Ranger saw my expression and smiled kindly. "Don't worry about old Rabbie", he said "He's just a big old softy. He probably saw your fishing rod and thought he might be in for some handouts". We got to talking, and Mr Ranger explained that normally it's a very bad idea to feed bears you meet in the woods. But Rabbie is a personal friend, and a very trustworthy. "Just don't let him hug you too tight", explained Mr Ranger, "he can get a bit too affectionate for smaller animals".
Mr Ranger offered to show me the very best fishing pond in the forest - where there would be plenty for me to catch and enough to share with Rabbie. I'll let you know how we got on in my next post.

A walk in the woods

I promised to tell you about some of my adventures on holiday back home in Canada, so here goes. As you might know, Canada is a very big country, full of forests and lakes, and lots of people like to go on camping trips, doing some canoeing perhaps, and some fishing. Well, I'm not sure about canoes, as they look very wobbly to me, so I just decided to go off on a fishing trip. I put on my wellies to keep my paws dry, got out my fishing rod and set off into the woods. I followed a path leading to a small lake which everybody told me was a sure-fire winner for fishing success. After about a quarter of an hour, I was in quite a deep, dense bit of the forest, when all of a sudden there was a rustling in the undergrowth just ahead, and out stepped the biggest bear I've ever seen! Of course, we have bears in Sylvania, but they're not much bigger than me, and anyway they are all very friendly and don't like to eat anything much other than honey, or perhaps condensed milk. Canadian bears are completely different, and if there's one thing they love, it's fish. And here I was in the middle of the forest, with fishing gear, probably smelling of the bear's favourite food! He didn't say anything at all, but just looked down at me from a great height, so I decided to back away very slowly. This seemed to be a good strategy, until ...I heard more rustling behind me! I just froze - what would I do if it was the bear's even fiercer big brother!! You'll have to wait to find out what happened next.

What I did on my holidays

Hello everybody! Sorry that I haven't written anything for such a long time, but I've been away on my holidays. I'm going to try to catch over the next couple of weeks and tell you all about the adventures I had. I've just got back from visiting all my friends and relations in Canada, and I had a great time there. But first let me tell you about my visit to Sweden.

I have got an aunt in Sweden -well I call her an Aunt, but she's actually a friend of my mother from when she was a sled dog for a while. She's a moose called Hälge. Aunty Hälge lives near Stockholm and she took for a day out in the city centre. Stockholm is a very beautiful city with lots of islands with bridges between them. Aunty Hälge took this picture of me standing in front of a huge sailing ship. We had a little boat ride around the harbour later on - but our boat wasn't as big as this! Pity - I rather fancy myself as a nautical pup.

We had planned to travel up North to visit the reindeers, but seems they are already busy preparing for Christmas, so I'll go and see them another time.

I'll be back soon, with news of my visit to Canada. Love Bobby xx