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.
Mother Hen
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I envy his life- except for the egg yolk part… sigh…
A good mother, you are. ;c)
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Pahaha! He loves em… but then he loves all people food. Except for Doritos. And pretzels. Which is just as well – more for HH! 😂
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