Bear (the dog)

Hello, I'm Bear. Bear the dog, that is. Not a real bear but I guess I could see how you'd come to that conclusion. I'm brown like a bear and I'm fuzzy like a bear but I think I'm more of a TEDDY bear than a GRIZZLY bear. (I said the word bear a lot there, I don't know if that's proper blog etiquette) OK, nevermind. Tucker said since we have Freedom of Speech we can say anything we want how we want. Dot is mumbling something about Freedom of Speech not meaning we can use run-on sentences but I'm not sure what that is.

ANYWAY. (they are bossy and talk a lot I'm figuring out) I'm here because I'm tired of watching the other dogs blog and talk to their friends, I feel left out. Plus Mom needed a distraction so she's helping me type till I get the hang of it. I've never used a computer before, I don't think I've actually ever seen one before coming here. The humans touch it a lot and sometimes I'm jealous, wouldn't they rather be touching fuzzy me?

I think I'm a very lucky dog, I have three Fairy-Dog-Parents. The couple that rescued me that day are Mike and Sharon and they really saved me from who-only-knows-what. Aunt Janice helped me find my way to my foster house. If it weren't for all of them caring and not just looking the other way, well, I don't want to think about it. I've kind of blocked out most of my past but Mom (actually my foster Mom but I don't want to say foster because I really want to stay here so I'm just saying Mom from now on) has figured out a few things about my previous life.

• The people I was with before didn't take very good care of me. My collar had at least at one point in my life dug into my neck and I have lots of scarring. I ate yuck-o food and didn't get the pills I needed because now I have worms in my heart.


• It really worries me when you make a fast movement towards my head. I kind of sink down and away so I don't get hit there. It makes me really nervous and scared.


• I don't like storms. The storm we just had was extra bad they tell me but I just don't like them period. I like to shove my face in my Mom's body so I can't hear or see anything. Tucker really understands this problem too so nobody makes fun of me.

It's been really different living here, I'm now part of a "pack" and I think I really like it. I have two foster brothers, Tucker and Thrawn. Thrawn is very big and very hairy and I think he likes me but I'm not totally sure. I let him step all over me and sometimes fall on me so maybe he'll like me more. The humans follow him around a lot and he gets lots of pills. I like pill time because we all get a treat when he takes them. Tucker I reeeeeally want to love me because he seems like a lot of fun. We get along pretty good I think because a lot of time we'll run out together and bark at squirrels and other invaders. We've even shared the people bed and he didn't eat me. Sometimes he gets grumpy but that's ok. He still misses his brother lots and I'm not trying to take his place but I sure would like to have a real brother too.

I also have two foster sisters and let me tell you, they're totally moody. Samantha is really close to the ground and I have to lie down to even sniff her. We have wrestled a couple times and it was pretty fun, then other times I have tried to play and she's screamed like a broken squeak-toy. I don't get it at all. I'll just keep trying and will try very hard not to get my feelings hurt. My other foster sister is Dot and she's funny looking I think, like a cow. She has a great big smile but sometimes I wonder if it's the smile of a evil loon because she'll be smiling away then yell at me when I walk by. I never know what to expect, nice Dot or evil Dot. She got in BIG trouble and had to go in timeout for being mean to me and I'm afraid she's harboring inner resentment that will later manifest itself by kicking my rear. (she just said that was a run-on) I think she weighs more than me but she said it's cause she has a thyroid problem and not to make fun of her. I won't cause it's not polite and besides that she can be very scary.

I guess I have to start going to the Doctor soon to get rid of the worms in my heart. I don't even know how they got there and I don't feel them wriggling around but Mom says they have to go. I hope it doesn't hurt but I'll be brave. Mostly I'm sad cause I can't play while the worms are going away but hopefully I can just hang out with the pack a lot. Once they are gone I get to go swimming with Tucker if I want. Mom doesn't know if I like to swim or not so I guess we'll just go to Aunt Sandi's and find out. I didn't want to get my feet in the dirty water on the street the other day so she was questioning my Lab-ness I think. You'd think she'd never heard of parasites and germs, geesh. Who knows what was in that muck?

Sam is saying I talk a lot and it's her computer time. I think she's looking for a love gift for Wally, she talks about him ALL the time. I don't get girls at all. I hope nobody fell asleep during my first blog post and thanks for everyone saying I'm cute. I guess I should have talked about myself more but I like to leave some mystery for the ladies. I couldn't help but notice a couple of seriously hot babes that hang around this blog sometimes. I'm too much of a Southern Gentledog to mention names but wowza.

Lovin' life - Bear (the dog, not a real bear)