A Dog Named Bear
June 12th 2011 11:45 am
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When I was just a puppy my mom found me at a humane society booth at a flea market. She had been looking for a dog like me and adopted me on the spot. It wasn't long before I grew into a big, big boy. I had a great time living with my family for many years, but then a man started to complain a lot about me and sister Choso's barking. Their weren't many solutions around, so me and Choso moved to the country. New mom is okay. She taught me to walk with a head harness, which was no easy task. I fought her like a tiger the first few lessons, but she stuck with me and now I can walk on it pretty well. Not great, I still keep tension on the leash, but I'm still learning. I've started going on walks with the other dogs now. I have to wear a basket muzzle because the other dogs are kinda scary to me and I lash out when I'm scared. A lot of people think I'm a bad dog, but mom says I'm just extremely nervous and frighten easily. She says I'm a good boy, just a little misunderstood.