Me, My Dog, and a Griz

I was jumped by a bear. It was on Monday, October 12. 

There was No Bear. I turned my head and there was Bear, eye to eye. Then, I was on the ground and a bear was on me and I thought, I am going to die. 

My dog was there. I knew she was there. Was she barking? Was she moving from place to place? The bear jumped off me and I figured onto my dog. I scrambled. I stopped. Should I play dead? I looked over my shoulder and saw bear ass. I kept scrambling. 

Sound is missing from my memory. 

I escaped. My dog escaped. I suspect I'll be writing about this more. 

The story at People Magazine is here

One from the Montana papers here and here