I just can't bear it

I am sure I am not alone in reading of the brave adventures of a Romanian boy called Petre and his 3 legged dog Cotanogu.

The boy, his mother and the dog were collecting fire wood in the shadow of the Carpathian Mountains when a brown bear emerged from the shrubbery and charged the small group, before grasping the mother around the neck.

At this point the redoubtable Petre raced towards the bear brandishing a piece of the aforementioned firewood shouting at the top of his 7 year old voice, closely followed by Cotanogu, barking with menaces.

The startled bear abandoned his choice of supper and shambled post haste back into the shadows of the Carpathian Mountains, leaving Mrs Petre only slightly mangled.

Hurrah for 7 year old and small brown terriers with 3 legs! Hurrah! Hurrah!

(without wishing to belittle their brave adventure, I can only assume that the bear was old, and a bit arthritic, and presumably devoid of teeth, because normally if a brown bear grabs you round the neck your head becomes detached and rolls down the slopes of the Carpathian Mountains, utterly mangled)