Swimmin' in Bear Lake

Jodie and I got a chance to do some swimmin in a lake near Seward, Alaska. Now, we're staying at a place called Bear Creek Campground and the trash cans are "bearproof". There are bears in the area and we were going to Bear Lake.

You make too much out of it, Coco. It's standard knowledge up here that people keep dogs around to keep the bears away. If we were to see a bear, a few barks would have him running like the wind.

OK, OK, maybe you're right. I'm just trying to build some interest in our blog. At any rate, the water was cold, not that we expected it to be warm. In fact, it is considerably warmer than the ocean water in Cook's Inlet.



You may notice the seaplanes in the background. It seemed that all the homes on the water had at least one. I started to check out one of them, but I was called back.



Here I am bring the ball back. What a great time we were having.



Coco and I are dashing into the water in this picture.



Here's another one of Coco doing what she loves to do. Trouble is, when she drops the ball, they throw the ball back in the water. I try to keep my ball so I don't have to keep chasing it.



Mom or Dad must have gotten the ball from Jodie and threw it back in the lake. That's the only time you'd see Jodie fetching the ball. Once she gets it in her mouth, she tries to keep it.

We didn't see or hear any bears.

No, we didn't, but I didn't expect to see any.

Well, I can always hope!




I want you to meet a friend we made in Homer, Alaska. His name is Fritz and he's from Germany. Not just a German Shepherd, but actually from Germany. He and his human run a shop down on the Homer Spit. He was a nice dog, but he spoke funny.

Yeah, I said woof, woof, and he answered voof, voof. What's with that, anyway