Memorial Day

Dear world,

Today is Memorial Day. It is a day of remembrance for those that died in America's service. I am proud that my country has a day for that. And I learned that at 3:00, is a National Moment of Remembrance for all Americans to voluntarily and informally observe in their own way a moment of remembrance and respect. So I need to ask my mom to set her alarm on her cell phone so we can participate.

Memorial Day is also a day for barbecues. So I am sure, especially since I am in Memphis, I will be smelling delicious smells in my neighborhood. I hope I get to participate in that too.

Love always,

Bear

Wii Fetch

Dear world,

Everyone seems to be playing with Wii . So again, I feel left out. Why don't these companies consider dogs or cats? It actually would be a perfect thing to do when we are left home alone. Think about it. Wii Walk? Wii Swim? Wii Fetch? Wii Pounce? Wii Dig? The possibilities are endless. My birthday is in September. Maybe it will be available by then?

Love always,

Bear

Its a bit humid here

Dear world,

I really do like Memphis. The only thing I am not too sure about is the weather. It is pretty hot here. There is no ocean breeze because we are too far away. But there is this thing called humidity. Mom said it makes it feel hotter. She said it is great for her skin but bad on her hair. It got me to thinking. Is my fur getting affected by the humidity? I have been noticing I am fluffier, or is that frizz?

Love always,

Bear

FuzzBuzz: Happy Dance

Dear world,

Inspired by all the dancing on TV, yesterday I decided to try to dance. It was so much fun. Dancing is such a great way to express how you feel. Well I feel good and happy. So I did a happy dance. Maybe Bear will dance with me next time. But he said he only would want to dance tennis Ball room dancing.

Forever,

Fuzzy

Birthday Crabs

Dear world,

I know it is early, but my mom is a bit obsessive (if you haven't noticed yet.) So she is already thinking about what to do for my Dad's birthday which is a month away. Of course, she wants to make sure that he has his favorite meal, just like last year. No, that does not mean cooking....not for my mom. That means my dad's favorite....Joe's Stone Crabs shipped overnight from Miami. Uh oh. I hope that wasn't supposed to be a surprise. I think he reads this blog.

Love always,

Bear

Party dogs

Dear world,

We went to this fair a few weeks ago. I saw this sign from afar and dragged my mom to it. It said "Party Dogs". I was so excited, I thought she took me to a party. But when I got there, there were no other dogs, no balloons and no music. There was just this thing that looked sort of like a truck with a CocaCola sign and a couple of people in it so I thought maybe it was a beverage bar. I asked Mom about it. She told me it was just a big hot dog cart and no, I couldn't have one. So no party, no hot dog. How much disappointment can one dog handle.

Love always,

Bear

Taco Tuesday

Dear world,

I wish someone would officially declare Tuesday, TacoTuesday. I think it has a great ring to it. And if it was official, then I would get to have tacos, I think. Well, at least I would have a good case to argue. I am open to chicken or beef or pork. I don't even need the tomatoes or lettuce. Definitely include the cheese though. And if Mom doesn't want to cook, no problem. Easy to drive thru TacoBell. Hmmm. Maybe my niece BunnyBell is related to TacoBell. Maybe she has some influence?

Love always,

Bear

No more Late Night

Dear world,
My mom's favorite wine went on sale so she bought 3 cases. And then when she counted, she figured out that was way too many bottles , especially since my Dad doesn't drink it. Not to mention she already had the wine rack full before the new ones arrived. So aside from giving it out as some presents. she decided she needed to drink it . So now my Mom drinks 1-2 glasses of wine every night. I know it sounds fine, but think of me. I can't have any and now she is snoring when we are supposed to be snuggling and watching late night HGTV!

Love always,
Bear

A tribute: Best Boy

Dear world,
It has been a year and I still really miss my brother Oliver. Besides being so handsome, everyone would always say how good he was. My mom and dad always refered to him as "best boy". So I always aspired to be just like him. I never grew up to be the same size as him (over 100 lbs) but I try every day to be SO good. My dad keeps asking Mom, when did Bear become this good? She tells him that I always was good.
Well, I hope that they will call me best boy one day too. I would be so proud.

Love always,

Bear

Room to blog

Dear world,
In my new house there is a study that Dad uses sometimes to work. I thought that it was silly for such a nice room to go unused during the day while he is at work. So I decided it could be a new place for me to blog. When I am in there it makes me feel very important and successful . Maybe if I spend enough time in it I will become very important and successful. Hmmm. My family already makes me feel important. But what would the definition of success be for me? I really need to think about that.

Love always,

Bear

FuzzBuzz: Toy Story

Dear world,

Bear said I can do guest blog posts so here is my first one. Bear calls it FuzzBuzz. He is so clever.

One of the things that I love about living here is all the toys. Other than Bear's favorites, BearBear and FuzzyBear, he pretty much lets me have all the toys. So when my Mom and Dad leave the room, I like to take all the toys out and play Toy Story. I make believe I am FuzzLightyear, but Bear refuses to be Sheriff Woody. Oh well, To infinity...and beyond!

Forever,

Fuzzy

Squirrel Chair

Dear world,

My friend Meggsie told me about a squirrel chair. So of course I had Mom go out and get one along with the corn to put on it. I wanted to place the chair on the outside kitchen windowsill, but Dad said no. He did not want to watch squirrels up close when he is eating. I don't know what his problem is. So we put the chair out right near the hanging bird feeder that the squirels usually eat from. So far, the squirrels pick and eat the corn off the cob, but no one has sat down to dine. I don't know why. Maybe the chair looks uncomfortable, I will ask my mom to get a cushion for it.

Love always,

Bear

The dog whisperer

Dear world,

Another nice thing about having a sibling is canine comunication. Fuzz often whispers in my ear. Sometimes he asks me to explain something he doesnt understand. Other times he tells me a funny joke only a canine would understand. And then once in a while he tells me he loves being my brother. I tell him he doesnt need to whisper that, he can bark it out loud. I would, but I its hard to bark with a ball in my mouth.

Love always,

Bear

Bury the shoes

Dear world,
My mom went shopping a couple of weeks ago and got a pair of expensive shoes. When my Dad asked her what she bought, she told him shoes, but wouldn't tell him any more. I think she should treat the shoes like a bone and bury them. She should only take them out of the hole and the shoe box when she wants to wear them. (Leave the shoe box underground at all times of course). Then he will never see the brand, and he will just think they are pretty shoes. She just has to pray that one of the neighbor dogs doesn't dig them up. Then they would be Jimmy Chewed.

Love always,

Bear

Barbecue Bus

Dear world,

Yesterday was my neighborhood's picnic. I was bummed because Mom & Dad went without me and Fuzzy. They said they weren't sure if dogs could come. It turned no one else brought their dogs either. And then I found out there was barbecue! Mom brought me over after the picnic to show me the Barbecue bus. Can you believe there was a barbecue bus right in my neighborhood? And again, no barbecue for me! What is the point of living in Memphis if I don't get to have barbecue?

Love always,

Bear

Wink!

Dear world,

I have observed many humans have this habit of winking. It seems like a nice way to communicate without talking. Well, that would be helpful for a canine. So I asked my mom to show me. Problem is, she can't wink. So I googled it and I have been practicing. I think I just about have it! Can you wink back?

Love always,

Bear

Barbecue judge

Dear world,

This week was the World Championship Barbecue Cooking Contest right here in Memphis. My Mom & Dad went last night. Even with a raincoat and umbrella, they came back looking like wet dogs (but didn't smell like ones). Today is the judging. That got me to thinking, actually dreaming. Wouldn't it be amazing to be a judge at this barbecue contest? Me, Fuzzy and Bunny could try all the ribs and chicken... yes, we would be very careful about the bones. That has got to be the ultimate job. Barbecue judge. Gosh. If we got to do that, my dad would be SO jealous.

Love always,

Bear

Dining view

Dear world,

Right outside the window where I eat is the bird feeder. But the squirrels have decided that it is a squirrel feeder. The birds just eat what the squirrels drop on the ground. You may find this cruel that I eat and watch this, but it is not at all. I love to watch squirrels but I no longer chase them. I kept trying to be their friend and they would just run away. I can't handle that much rejection.

Love always,

Bear

A visit from the L.A. Princess(es)

Dear world,

My sis Sydne and niece BunnyBell left the other day. We had so much fun on their visit. Fuzzy is about the same size as Sydne and knocked her down a couple of times. But she loved him anyway. Bunny went into Princess mode as usual. Well, it doesn't help when Mom gets her a tiara. I really do miss them and wish I could see them more often. Do you think a private jet would be available again to take me to L.A. for a visit?

Love always,

Bear

Ya wanna bet?

Dear world,

My new brother, Fuzzy is a Golden mix. There is all this discussion as to what his mix is. I am not sure why it is so important to know. Everyone asks, even strangers. Not sure why they care. Anyway, Mom said she will do the DNA test, so I guess we will know eventually. I am thinking this may be a money making opportunity for me. I can start a betting pool. Since I will take the bets, I will get a percentage of all bets and the rest will be the winnings. So ya think maybe 50% or is that too much?

Love always,

Bear

Chasing Cheese

Dear world,

For Mother's Day, BunnyBell bought her Mom the Doggy Bone Cookbook. How smart was that! So last night Mom and Sydne (BunnyBell's Mom who is my human sis) decided to make us dog bones! They looked through the book and chose the Chasing Cheese dog bones. They were major yum city. My dad was really bummed that they weren't ready before he went to sleep. But I saved him one for the morning. He could have it with his eggs. What a perfect breakfast. Maybe I will make them again with my Mom for Father's Day.

Love always,

Bear

Monkey bed

Dear world,

For BunnyBell's visit, Mom bought her a sock monkey bed. BunnyBell loved it and went in it whenever we were in the family room. But then Fuzzy thought it looked more like a toy then a bed. So he decided it should be his sock monkey. You may think that Fuzzy would win, cause he's such a big boy. But you don't know BunnyBell. She barked and growled at Fuzzy, and she won her bed back. I'm so proud of BunnyBell for sticking up for herself. And I really need to teach Fuzzy better manners.

Love always,

Bear

Mother's Days

Dear world,
Today is officially Mother's Day. It is the day that we are supposed to celebrate and honor our mothers. But if that is the definition, everyday is Mother's Day for me. While I like all humans, Mom is my favorite person in the whole world. I follow her around at all times. I always have to be in the same room she is in sitting or lying down as close as possible to her. I always keep my eyes directly on her except when I am asleep. And even then, I am usually dreaming about her. I love my mom so much. From now on, I will just wish her Happy Mother's Day everyday.

Love always,
Bear

Blondes have more fun

Dear world,

This weekend my human sis and her dog BunnyBell (my niece) came to visit us in Memphis. While she was excited to see me, she was a bit overwhelmed by both of us Goldens together. (Fuzzy is part Golden). And I think she was a bit intimidated by Fuzzy initially. Yesterday she got upset when Fuzzy started wrestling with her mommy. Then this morning, Fuzzy started eating her breakfast before she was finished (I told her he did that to me too). So I felt bad and decided to make BunnyBell an honorary Golden. She liked that since she always heard blondes have more fun.

Love always,

Bear

Toe Twins

Dear world,

One thing I forgot to mention about Fuzzy. He had an x-ray last Friday and was told he had a broken toe. Mom and Dad started laughing about it. I didn't think that was very nice. But then I realized why they were laughing. My mom had a bone scan last Friday and they told her that her toe had a stress fracture (fancy medical words for a broken toe). So they are toe twins! How weird is that? So both of them are supposed to rest it as much as possible. Gotta tell you, I am a bit jealous. Fuzzy has something to bond with Mom that I don't. Maybe I should break my toe? Nah. I will just use this time to bond with Dad since we have no broken toes in common.

Love always,

Bear

P.S. Yes, Fuzzy has a BIG foot. Mom wears a size 8 1/2 US, 6 UK.

Bunny in a bag

Dear world,

I am very excited. My human sis Sydne and niece BunnyBell are coming to visit today! Bunny has been practicing staying in a carry on bag. She doesn't like it. She is appalled that just cant sit in her own seat. She is paying enough for one! I'm glad I went by private jet. I don't think I would do well in one of those bags either. And who would have carried me?

Love always,

Bear

Give peace a chance

Dear world,

So far my new brother Fuzz is pretty cool. However, there are some issues. Like yesterday he wanted to play tug-of-war with my toy. I don't play war games, I believe in peace. And then there is the food. The other day, I was leisurely having my breakfast and he finished eating his breakfast bowl. Next thing I know he comes over and starts eating mine! I immediately ran away and let him eat it. Again, because I don't believe in war, I didn't want to play food war either. Looks like I will lose those recommended pounds after all. That's OK, all I need is love.

Love always,

Bear

A day at the Spa

Dear world,

My mom was talking about going to a spa . I asked her what happens at a spa. She told me how it works and then I decided that I would like to go to a spa. I would change into a robe and slippers that they give me. I would skip the steam room. Does not sound appealing. I would book an hour Swedish massage. I assume that would come with meatballs. Facials sound weird and forget the nail treatments. But then I would go for a swim, assuming someone would toss a ball for me. Then I would go to a lounge chair and take a nap. Sounds perfect. Maybe I can go with her for Mother's Day? (Fuzzy can hang at home with Dad.)

Love always,

Bear

Tornado warning

Dear world,

I had my first experience with tornado warnings this weekend. On Friday night, I was asleep with Mom & Dad in bed when I heard this loud sound outside. I remembered the TV weatherman talking about sirens to warn about tornadoes. I also remembered hearing Mom and Dad say the safest place for us to be was in her closet. So I got out of bed and walked toward Mom's closet. That's when Mom woke up and asked me what I was doing. I told her to listen, and she heard the sirens and woke up my Dad. Mom took pillows and laid down with me in her closet. Dad continued to watch the weather news from bed. Then the sirens stopped and we all went to sleep in bed. The rest of the weekend, the sirens came on and off but we didn't go to Mom's closet, we just watched the news. I am going to recommend that she doesn't buy any more shoes. Because if she does, we will not all be able to fit in her closet if a tornado really does come.

Love always,

Bear

FuzzyWuzzy

Dear world,

Meet Fuzzy. He is my new brother. He already has a poem about him, but it is not accurate.

FuzzyWuzzy was a Bear. (No, actually, Fuzzy now has a brother Bear, he is not a bear.)

FuzzyWuzzy had no hair. (That is sort of true. When he was rescued he had a bad infection which made him lose his hair. But now it grew back.)

FuzzyWuzzy wasn't really fuzzy, wuzzy? (Yes, he really is fuzzy)

But I have a better poem for him...

What's all the buzz?

Its all about Fuzz.

In case ya don't know,

He's my new bro.

Love always,

Bear

Expectant Brother

Dear world,

Today my new brother is coming home. I am SO excited! The rescue lady said that he liked stuffed toys, so I asked Mom to get him one. Mom left and came back with a stuffed bear as well as flowers and a balloon. Not quite sure if he will care about the flowers, maybe the balloon, but it was a nice gesture. I couldn't believe she did not bring me a stuffed animal too! So I gave her this very sad look which made her feel guilty. Next thing I know, she leaves me again and comes back with the same bear, except in white. I liked the beige one better, but I thought it would be pushing it if I asked to switch.

Waiting is SO hard! I wish there was a waiting room to talk to other expectant brothers!

Love always,

Bear