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One time? I took my parent’s dachshund, tootsie:
camping- this was when they first got her; she was maybe a few months old.
It was bear country in WI. Specifically, what’s called “primitive” camping where you can park at a state forest walk in and just set up camp.
Right by a beautiful trout stream. I was waiting for the sun to come up, enjoying some coffee, before going off to wet my line and get breakfast.
She was laying next to me, (an aggressive snuggler.) when this big ole bear comes up the stream.
When she saw it, she started trying to pick a fight. Barking.
Fortunately the bear was incredulous and possibly faintly amused. It looked at the puppy. Looked at me. Back at the puppy. It’s expression said “you realize you’re a snack, right?”
Fortunately, it moved off down the stream.
Yeah, she’s a dachshund to her core- sass, class and won’t hesitate to pick a fight with anything and then run behind you when it starts.