Unlike Katie, Emma, and Junior, I was not there for his birth. I did not cut his umbilical cord, bring his mother ice chips, or hold her paw while she labored.
And unlike my other children, I did not even meet Bear until he was a few months old.
(Longtime readers know that Bear was part of a pair, and that we lost dear Gumbo after too short a time together. That's all I can say about that right now... we go on.)
At one year old, Bear has charmed the socks off of all of us ... and they can usually be found in his lair under my bed.
He is strong ... my God he is strong.
He has become such an integral part of the family, it's hard to believe he wasn't part of us even 9 months ago.
Isn't that true for all new babies? After a little while you can't remember life without them.
He is very bad sometimes ... very Marleyesque ... at these times, we refer to him as "Bearly".
His chicken habit,speed, and hardheadedness have caused me to say words I almost never use anymore.
But, I am getting lots of aerobic exercise and that is a good thing.
Tonight, we will celebrate him with some doggy gifts and much affection.