Likes: He loves to play with the ball. He likes to chase it and catch it.
Pet-Peeves: Being ignored. NOT playing. Strangers
Favorite Toy: A ball, any ball that fits in his mouth.
Favorite Food: Bear is not all that interested in food.
Favorite Walk: ANYWHERE is good. He loves going for walks with mama.
Best Tricks: Catching a ball. Shake.
Arrival Story: My sister was visiting a friend in Indiana and went to a flea market. She called me and asked if I wanted an eskie pup. How could I say no?
Bio: Bear was only 9 weeks old when he came to live with me. He is my first puppy--I have always had adult dogs. WE, Bear & I, are learning new things every day. He joined a household with 3 cats; Baby, Mr. Spot & Ingen. Mr. Spot will swat at Bear every chance he gets, and Bear will sit on Mr. Spot. Ingen is less afraid of "that darn Bear" and is now beginning to stand her ground. lil Bear loves to chase Baby, she is sooooo fast, and always gets away.
Mama is his world. He loves to play with his cousins Schotzy & Dixie and he likes their peeple too, but he is very skittish with strangers (dog or human). We keep working on that.
You are 4 years old now. I can hardly believe it. I remember when Aunt L. called me--She woke me up. She told me she was at a flea market, in Indiana, and asked if I wanted an eskie pup. She said there was a boy & a girl. I said "sure, get me the girl" but she was already taken so I said "then get me the boy" and she did. This was on a Tuesday morning and she wasn't coming home to Michigan until Thursday. I said I would come by on Friday to get you. Well, I couldn't wait. I got off of work at midnight and went to her house to get MY PUBBY BOY! You were such a little ball of white fluff, only 9 weeks old. I fell in love immediately.
I still hadn't come up with a name for you. I wanted to meet you before naming you. I wanted something unique--Sorry about settling on lil Bear. Aunt L. had been calling you Kevin (after the little white pomeranian in the movie THE PROPOSAL). I REFUSED to call you Kevin and I was pushed to come up with a name. I have to say the name does fit though. When you growl, you sound like a baby bear.
You had only been with me for a few days and we went on vacation. It was you & me & Aunt L. & her husband & Schotzy, & your cousin & Dixie. You & Schotzy became best furriends. Schotzy is 6 months older than you and she used all the tricks on you that Dixie had used on her. When you played TUG, Shotzy would shake you off. She would hold the toy in her mouth and turn sideways. Schotzy had a lot of fun until you grew up a bit and used all of her tricks against her. BOL
Oh and the poor kitties! You wanted to play with them so badly. Unfortunately you didn't know how to play with kitties and the kitties did NOT want to play with a pubby. You used to terrorize Ingen by chewing on her head. Baby learned how to navigate throughout the house without touching the floor, because you would always chase her. Mr. Spot taught you to have a little respect for cats--he slapped you silly. Fortunately, he didn't have claws.
You were much better with kitties, by the time Novi came. The first time you two met, Novi hissed. You didn't do anything to him. You just looked at him. It only took him a couple of days before he stopped being afraid of you.
You were an awesome big brofur for Novi after Ingen got lost. You & Novi are buddies. You mouth him but never hurt him and chase him. Now if only you would understand about "snuggling". Novi would really like to snuggle with you but you are a little too big to sit on him. BOL
You are 4 now. A BIG BOY! You have learned to make furriends and love going to the dog park. You still love your ball & playing with the frisbee and most of all you still love your mama. I LOVE YOU, my Bear! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
I know, I know--I been gone fur long times. Is all mama's fault. Sorry if I been missing barkdays & other 'portant stuffs. Me & mama checks in sumtimes but....
I been doing good. Mama been feeding "ou'side" kitties--she call 'em strays. I don't chases the ou'side kitties. I's furry 'spectful of them, cuz one of them (mama call him Moosh) beat the crap outta me. I jus' trying to play with him like I plays with my Novi. I guess he dinnit wanna play with me. He smacky pawed me all ofur my head. You know what mama did? SHE LAFFED!! Gotta watch out fur those mean kitties. The good part is that I gets a lil kitty foods efur time I goes in/out the door. Jus' a few cuz mama always saying NO.
OMD, I been having a ruff time. Furst, mama seed I's limpin' on my front paw. She look but don't find nuthin. So, off to the vet peeples. When I goed ina room & the vet peeple seed me, I's dancing and showed 'em I's all better. BOL (He was practically doing hand stands). The vet peeples dinnit sees nuthin' wrong with my paw either but I gots some med'cines fur pain. I DON'T LIKE MED'CINE!!! But I like lunsh meats.
Af'er that, jus' a few days later, I's cryin' an' whining cuz my back leg hurted. Mama gived me a aspirin and I feeled a lil better. She calla vet peeples 'gain. The vet sayed I prolly "tweeked" sumpin & is okay to keep give me the aspirin. Mama maked a 'pointment fur me just so's the vet could check me ofur. Before the 'pointment, my leg is all better. BUT I started having this kinda "fit". I's grunting, snorting, coughing sorta fit. Mama gived me cough med'cine cuz tha's what they telled her when I did this before. I had the fits fur few days. Mama was glad she dinnit cancels my 'pointment--efun tho my leg was better. The vet look at me. He sayed I prolly snorted grass er sumpin in my nose & tha's why I has my grunting fits. He also look at my leg & sayed that I gotsa lil swelling on my right back leg, so I prolly twisted it. Af'er alla that I's still takin' med'cines fur my leg. I's all done with my grunty fits.
Oh, the vet called me HAPPY DOG. He telled mama I look really happy. That maked mama feel good cuz she try to make sure I'sa happy/healfy boy.
Efun tho I's not feelin' good, I was happy to play, I's eatin' & doing alla my reg'lar bizness. Mama say is kinda hard to 'splain to the vet peeples 'at I's a lil subdued & quiet when I's running round & smiling at efurbody. BOL
Well, that's the pupdate on me. Take care efurone.
Ya know that I gots 2 kitties, Ingen & Novi. Ingen 'voids me mosta times but me & Novi is best brofurs. We plays & he rub on me (what is that 'bout?).
I think 2 kitties is 'nuf.
Well, we gots kitties that live ou'side the pawtment. I smells 'em & seed 'em few times but they runs 'way frum me. Mama been feedin' 'em & takin' care of 'em. She say they gots no peeples ta care fur 'em & she feel bad. Taday, I's goin' ou'side to take care of pubby biz. Is kinda urgent. Mama open a door & I charge out but they's a kitty RIGHT THERE. Mama call him Moosh Face. Mooshie was waitin' fur mama to feed him & was hissin' & swattin' at me. I jus' wanna take care of pubby biz & Mooshie woulnant let me get by him. Mama fin'lly gots his 'tentions so's I could go--I REALLY REALLY haved to go potty. Af'er I's all done, I jus' walk right by Mooshie. I's not skeered-I jus' don' wansa fight with him.
I don' think we needs no more kitties 'round here but mama jus' keep findin' more & more of 'em. I guess is okay, so long as she don' find no more pubbies. Then is war, cuz she MY MAMA!