Sunday, May 17, 2009
A Year Of Bear
We did it. We survived our first year with Bear.
It's been one year today since we brought Bear home.
It's been a year of craziness, laughter, love ... and yes, some tough, tough, heartbreak since our Bear was part of a pair.
There were two pups who came home a year ago, and long time readers know we lost dear Gumbo, the big hearted runt of the litter. You grieved with us that day, ... never have I gotten so many comments, so many kind messages.
The screen is blurry, so let's remember sweet Gumbo, but not dwell on the pain.
Life goes on.
Bear goes on.
Bear is so full of life that it seems he may burst some days. I took him to the vet this week for his annual checkup and he was a total nutbrain charmer. I think the vet may have had a rough day as she thanked Bear several times for giving her something to smile about that day.
Her pronouncement of his health status? Fit as a fiddle, no heartworms or other nefarious beasties, beautiful coat,strong heart, powerful muscles, and a rippling 96 pounds.
May 17, 2008: First contact
Today we will celebrate a year of laughter, missing socks and underwear, chicken chasing, constant doggy kisses, hugs, play, scratched newly refinished floors, and sweet brown eyes you could just fall in to.
I think I'll grill something with bones in it this afternoon. Big meaty, crunchy real bones.
Thank y'all for sharing the journey with us.