I was in a garage with several doghouses and a bear on a big heavy chain. It was a big brown bear, taller than me by at least a foot, and I was trying to figure out if it was tame enough to be around the dogs. The ninja’s mom’s and sister’s dogs were there, as was the dog I had when I was growing up, Tila, but I couldn’t see her. The bear slobbered my hand, not really biting it but leaving these yellow granules and slobbery bark on it (and now I remember my dream yesterday, one in which profuse yellow mucus poured from my nose and mouth), and while I felt the brush of his teeth, he didn’t seem interested in biting me.
The bear slept on the ground with his paw on Rory, the poodle, and it walked on all four legs, urinating as it walked, and I thought, “is that how they really do that?” I was going to ask it to give me a kiss, to show my aunt (this was in her garage) and my cousins that the bear was pretty tame, although I knew with a swipe of a playful paw I could have broken bones. I didn’t like that it was chained up in the garage.
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