Teddy and I walked the Gettman Loop by the golf course a few days ago. There was a large stand of blackberry bushes covered in juicy, ripe berries at the beginning of the path.
After enjoying a few of the sweet berries, we walked along the golf course until the trail dipped sharply. Suddenly, we were in the middle of a forest surrounded by tall trees, ferns, and thick underbrush. Not quite full light yet, the heavy canopy made the forest feel like dusk.
As we walked, the only signs of life were the soft sound of my sneakers on the dirt, small birds calling, and occasional rustling in the bushes. Half-way through the forest trail, Teddy stopped abruptly, stayed cautiously behind my legs and stared intently into the brush. When I tugged on his leash, he refused to move past whatever was lurking a mere three feet ahead. I trusted the dog sensed something, but I couldn’t see what it was.
I remembered a cougar recently being reported near the Tryon Creek Natural area in Portland. If a cougar visited near my friend Suzy’s home in Oregon City (Suzy’s Gardens) last year, only blocks from a busy business area, why wouldn’t a cougar be here, in the dark early dawn of the forest?
I imagined myself fighting off a cougar while Teddy ran for his life and I felt no confidence at all about the outcome. I reached for the pepper spray in my jacket pocket. Not much bigger than a tube of lipstick, my weapon seemed more likely to convince an angry cougar that he wanted me dead!
There we stood, me and Teddy, alone in the dim early morning light on the far side of the golf course where not a soul would hear me scream… because no one else was foolish enough to be in the forest before dawn while hungry killers with huge incisors and sharp claws confidently prowled the underbrush.
Should I boldly march forward or retreat? Was I doomed either way? As I weighed my options, a pair of chipmunks tumbled out from the underbrush onto the path in front of us. I jumped and yelped loudly. You might say I screamed. Either way, the terrified little creatures fled back to where they had come.
Obviously Teddy let his imagination get the best of him.
10 thoughts on “Close Call”
Teddy is so dang cute, Susan!!! Thanks for the little scare and the big laugh! Happy Walking!
I would have screamed too! Good job Teddy the protector!
Teddy is a super cutie! What a sweet name! 🙂
Wow! Good that you were cautious! Glad you are safe!
Thats right, Suzy. Don’t let those cute little chipmunk faces 🐿
fool you! They look dangerous to Teddy and I!
🤣 sounds scary but funny 😅
Too funny!! I would have thought the same thing!! Only Oso would have chased them! 🤣
Heidi, Thanks so much for reading and sharing!
thanks so much for reading and sharing, Heidi!
You are very brave to go into a forest. I enjoyed your story and was scared for you. Thank goodness it ended in laughter.