Bear, don’t eat the book
Bear, don’t eat the table leg
Bear, don’t eat the recliner
Bear, stop moving the rug (What is it about that rug?)
BEAR, the cats are NOT squeaky toys!
Betsy! Bear is not a squeaky toy!
Bear adventures, random thoughts and other whims as the mood suits.
Bear, don’t eat the book
Bear, don’t eat the table leg
Bear, don’t eat the recliner
Bear, stop moving the rug (What is it about that rug?)
BEAR, the cats are NOT squeaky toys!
Betsy! Bear is not a squeaky toy!
Me: Hey Bear, come here and give me a Bear kiss I have some news for you
Bear: Foster Mom, I’m playing!
Me: We need to talk for a quick sec
Bear: Sigh, ok, what
Me: Well, you’ve found your family so you don’t have to worry about finding them any more.
Bear: But I haven’t met anyone, how can I have a family?
Me: Because I’ve decided you need to stay here, you can call me Mom now.
Bear: No more Foster Mom?
Me: No more Foster Mom.
Bear: (Jumps in my lap gives me a quick Bear kiss) Yarn!!!! (Grabs my knitting project and runs)
Me: Sigh
🙂 Bear has joined the family.
Me: (Hearing splashing noises) Bear, what are you doing?
Bear: (Standing with both front feet in the mostly full water dish) Getting a drink?
Me: Really? With your front feet?
Bear: Ummm Yeah (steps out of the dish and runs towards me) Foster Mom!!!
Me: Bear STOP.
Bear: What? You don’t want a Bear kiss????
Me: Not when the paws that come with that Bear kiss are dripping wet.
Bear: Foster Mom Toes!!!
Me: Bear STOP.
Bear: What?
Me: You are being a pill.
Bear: At least I’m a cute pill! (wags tail)
Bear: Foster Mom! I want a treat!
Me: I noticed that as you tried to climb my leg.
Bear: But I want a treat.
Me: Then you have to sit.
Bear: I DID! I want a treat.
Me: No you bounced, sit means you stay there for a bit.
Bear: But Foster Mom!!! I really, really want a treat!
Me: Well you need to sit.
Bear: (Sits for about a second and bounces back up) See! I did!
Me: I suppose that works for tonight. (Gives Bear his treat)
Bear: I want another one!!!
Me: Sigh.
My yin and yang are growing and don’t seem to fit anymore.
Bear: Foster Mom! You didn’t say good morning when you put us out this morning.
Me: Oops, no I didn’t, let me fix that. (Picks up Bear and gets three very quick Bear kisses) Good morning Sweetie.
Bear: All done, put me down now. (As soon as his paws hit the floor he was off to play with the crew)