In 1994 my husband and I
"rescued" Clancy. He was so shy,
and always walked with his head hung down. When we walked through
the woods I used to tell him to lift his head high - that he was wonderful
and that he had a lot to be proud of. In
late Spring 2000, Clancy "rescued" me
by chasing off 2 black bears which had positioned themselves on our camp
road in Maine and prevented Clancy and me from getting back to the house.
Although the bears were more than twice the size of Clancy, on that day
Clancy became the bravest and best dog I've ever known - so I decided he
should not be "dwarfed" by the bears on the quilt. I've also "cornered"
the square with hearts- because Clancy has forever stolen mine !
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