Our family camping trip turned unforgettable when a stray dog appeared at our campsite, pacing anxiously and ignoring the food we offered. “Something’s wrong with it, Mom,” my daughter Sarah observed. Suddenly, a rustle broke the night’s calm. Out stepped a massive bear, its eyes reflecting our flashlight’s beam.
“Car,” I managed, and we scrambled to safety. The dog darted between us and the bear, giving us precious seconds to reach the car. Once inside, the kids clung to the dog as we watched the bear tear through our campsite, scattering supplies and devouring anything edible. “That dog,” Dan said softly, “was trying to warn us.”
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