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not at all afraid of him. For a long time the bear 
sat very still, solemnly regarding them with the 
greatest interest as they tumbled about his feet. 
Meanwhile Foxy, standing outside the cage and 
looking through the bars, was not enjoying the 
show. She whined and pawed at the door, trying 
to get in, and when Bruno began to handle her 
children, she became greatly excited. 
With his big paw, very carefully, the bear drew 
up one of the chubby little ones for close inspection. 
Gently he nosed it over and rolled it slowly about 
on the ground. Several other puppies had passed 
a similar inspection, when I opened the cage door 
and Foxy jumped in. There was no discussion 
whatever in regard to the situation ; the dog had no 
comments to offer. Very quietly and with great 
dispatch, she carried her offspring, one by one, by 
the back of the neck, to the door of the cage, and 
dropped them outside. 
Now that Bruno had grown to such generous 
proportions (he weighed one hundred and twenty 
pounds in September and stood five-feet-three in 
his bear feet), we did not care to have him come 
into the house. His parlor tricks were rough and 
boisterous, his free-and-easy manners inappropri- 
ate. He was like a bull in a china shop. His atti- 
tude toward furniture was especially crude; if a 
Chippendale chair chanced to be in his way, he 
