Here's a bear fact of my own. Well, it's more of a story than a fact. So one day I was walking my dog inna woods, and I stumbled upon a boar. Ok, so maybe it's a bear story for dyslectics. Bear, boar, Satan, Santa - what's the difference anyway? But my dog's breed was the Karelian Bear Dog, so the story is at least bear-adjacent. Actually, he could have been a Siberian Laika. We were never clear on that. So let's chalk it up as maaaybe on-topic.
Where was I? The boar, right. I stumbled on a sow with her piglets. Maybe 5 metres between us. Scary. Yet, I had no fear, for by my side was a trusty and fierce defender. A defender who, after giving the situation a brief assessment, made a quiet yelp that sounded a bit like 'nope!', and scurried away post-haste.
As I was following in his footsteps with newfound rapidity in my pace, I remember thinking: 'I've a cowardly dog'. But I came around to appreciating him as a smart dog. A pragmatic dog. Perchance he read Shakespeare when nobody was looking, discretion being the better part of valour and all that.
There is probably a moral to this story. Maybe something along the lines of don't bring a bear dog to a boar fight, 'cause it's going to make like an elk and vamoose.