112 WILD BROTHER 
friend or some animal ‘to pose in front of my 
camera. Into this room, during the winter, I often 
invited Bruno and the dog. 
The bear never accepted these invitations with 
any great show of pleasure. In fact, as I have al- 
ready described, it was only by subtle strategy 
and much persuasion that he could be induced to 
leave the comforts of his own snug abode. When 
the earth was white with snow, he refused absolute- 
ly to take one step beyond the threshold until a path 
was dug and the cold snow completely removed. 
Once within my studio, however, he enjoyed the 
gentle heat of the place, with the warm sun shin- 
ing down upon him through the glass roof overhead. 
Back and forth, round and round, he galloped, 
with Foxy chasing after him, his long claws click- 
ing noisily on the hardwood floor. Growing tired 
of this sport, he jumped into a chair to be away 
from the dog, where he could have a rest. But 
Foxy, wanting the game to continue, bit his paw 
and tried to start him off again. 
One day, while I was in the studio striving to get 
some photographs of the bear, there came an an- 
nouncement from the house that dinner was served. 
Not having time to take the bear back into his 
cage, I closed the two sliding doors that separate 
my room from the laundry, and left Bruno to look 
after himself until my return. 
