Poor Bear… so misunderstood, overtired and burdened with humans who will never understand him. Here is what is hopefully the first little instalment in the life of Bear, my Black Russian Terrier, and the trials and tribulations of his life as a couch potato. He’s 120 pounds of slobbery cuteness with the soul of a poet and a secret longing to be a miniature poodle.

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