little bear veers away, she wants to sail back to shore with her squeaky prize and when i take it from her mouth and throw it farther out she cries and now i'm flushed with the vu i've said the same before, many times? about mister. mister never had the leash on but he was never so young as bear when i started knowing him, he had his wild years but he was always right with me, but little bear she has the bursting energy of the hunt in her. she wants to bound up the wall and roll a few times and leap into the verge for rabbit or vole or rat. she might come back but would she? when mister chased a coyote he did circle back but he was two and a half and bear's just a half. and bear is bear, and i was telling eric, who didn't know mister had passed, that i can never compare.