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When Rufus, the guard dog for many years went to that great doggie condo in the sky some years back, the CAC staff went into mourning, but knew that if a new dog was to come into their lives, they did not have to go looking for him, it would come to them.
That's what happened in the Spring of 2000 when they happened to stop by a little hippie bakery and saw a Polaroid photo of a big brown dog and a handwritten note that said: "Needs a good home immediately! Will go to dog pound in 2 days!" There was a phone number to call. Vikki called. A young man explained that his girl friend was the caretaker at Lewis and Clark state park just off Interstate 5 north of Portland and the dog had been there for 2 weeks, hanging around a certain camping spot. She believed someone had deliberately left him there because no one ever came looking for him.
Vikki got directions and they drove 30 miles to this place and there they met "the Bear" sitting in a cage, waiting to go to the dog pound. He was a beautiful dog, shades of brown with a patch of black on the tip of his tail. He almost went crazy when Vikki approached the cage and he grinned and extended a long tongue through the bars and licked her hand as his tail buggy-whipped back and forth in expectation. It was love at first sight. The vet said he was part chow-chow and part golden retriever; about a third of his tongue was speckled purple. He weighed 65 pounds and was about a year old. The staff named him "Bear" because he looks like a big Teddy Bear. He is extremely gentle and affectionate, with bright searching, often mischievous eyes. He settled in quickly at the CAC office. Wilber still keeps a cautious eye on the Bear from his basket on Vikki's desk, hisses and bats at him now and then, but before too long they became great friends. He is definitely Vikki's dog, he guards her and follows her around almost every minute of the day.
Vikki takes him for a fast 3/4 mile jog in the early morning and later she and Avaton take him for a brisk, non-stop 2 mile walk every afternoon. Bear loves those walks. He has met all the dogs in the area and has marked almost every tree and bush along the route.
When Vikki asked Will Berlinghof, the CAC psychic Tarot reader, to check out the Bear, Will e-mailed her a long, detailed past life report that explained how the two of them had been together. In a past life as tribal Inuits living in the far North, Vikki, as a male hunter, was two days from the village with a dog sled and the lead sled dog (now Bear) and Vikki were attacked by a polar bear. Vikki was wounded, not too seriously, but was bleeding profusely and would probably die from loss of blood. The sled dog chased noisily around the bear, nipping him and eventually driving him off, but the dog was slashed badly by the bear. Nevertheless, as the lead dog he knew his job was to get the sled back to the village and though crippled, he fearlessly took off through the snow with the driver (Vikki) weak from losing blood, collapsed in the sled. Though wounded, in 2 days he managed to drag the sled back to the village where their wounds were both treated and they lived. The dog could never again pull a sled, and usually old wounded dogs were killed and eaten, but this dog was allowed to live because of his valiant effort. He sired lots of puppies and was highly regarded as a hero and it was considered a great honor to have one of his puppies. When the old dog finally died, the tribal shaman predicted his spirit would continue to protect and guide the driver he saved (Vikki) throughout future lifetimes, which he did. Now he is back in Vikki's present lifetime as "Bear" and this explains his great happiness and devotion to her. It was supposed to be this way.
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