Our Little Hero

When we left our home in the Lincoln National Forest, we took two little ones with I have failed to mention.  Our dogs. One a miniature gray Poodle, and a yorkie. Belle. To be more correct, Miss Texas Belle, who occupies a position of honor, and safety, riding on the lap of Rose, and mostly sleeping. At times she asserts her independance by sleeping in someone elses tent and curling up at the bottom of one of their sleeping bags, when it gets really cold, she wiggles her way inside the bag, and comfort.
Tonite she was in our tent, and sleeping peacefully, when I heard her growling, and barking at the door of the tent, our poodle, noogie, joined the fray, though still a little unsure. I was up in a moment, and had my rifle. The minute I got the door open, Belle got out, and took off. I didn't know a little dog could run that fast. A large brown bear was sniffing around, trying to decide between the food, or our horses for dinner. It was a bad mistake on his part. He was between me and the horses, so I hestitated to shoot. Belle had no such hesitation. She was aided in her efforts by Noogie, from a rear position. I watched as this small dog, no bigger than a rabbit, ran in barking, snarling, growling, and snapping. The first pass she got a piece of the bears leg, and from there took hunks from various places on the bears body. It quickly became clear to me that the bear was outclassed. As soon as he turned to face this little demon dog, she was already someplace else. Already with another piece of bear in her chops. Noogie had worked up his courage, and worked with Belle, feasting on bear hide. Those two little dogs were getting the best of Mr. Bear, and when he realized that fact, decided to vacate the premises,  chased by a little gray poodle, and the little yorkie deciding she wasn't ready for the bear to go just yet, hanging on by what few teeth she had left.
I hollered for her a few times, and she let go, barked, and snarled her disapproval at the bears sudden departure, and strutted back to her place at the bottom of my bag.
I will not discuss the praise those two little dogs got, or the treats, or petting they got, except to say that everyone in our party understands that "our littlest hero" can sleep anywhere she wants.