Our Dog Bear

I remember when we first saw him. John and I were at the Humane Society to just “play with puppies”. We were walking around looking at the different dogs and reading their bios. I was distracted by a random little dog in front of me that I didn’t notice John calling my name to come see this dog, right away! There he was. Sitting at the door of the crate, putting his paw up and whining at us. I think we both knew at that moment that it wasn’t an “if” but a “how” he was going to become ours.

From that day on, Bear was just a part of our family. He moved with us three times, one of those times included a month of living in a hotel. Each place, he made his home. In our first apartment, we learned that Bear is a mastermind when it comes to getting into food left out… he even made himself nachos once. He literally had a bag of tortilla chips he grabbed from the pantry or table and a bag of almost empty shredded cheese that he found in the trash can. Not a joke.

During our month in a hotel, we discovered how much Bear loved laying in bathtubs. It was pretty much a guarantee that every time we returned home from somewhere, Bear would be sprawled out in the bathtub.

In our current place and our first “home”, we discovered so many things about our senior dog Bear. One of the funniest things we learned was that he was afraid of the broom. As I previously mentioned, he was extremely talented when it came to getting into the trash. We learned to combat that skill with placing our broom on top of the trash can. If the broom was there, Bear never went near it. However, if you forgot just once to put it on top of the trash… Bear would have himself a field day.

Despite his appearance, Bear was a terrible watch dog. That is because he never met a human he didn’t like.

Bear loved “da bed” as we like to call it. Especially if cuddles were involved.

Bear was an absolute wine snob. Loved red wine especially when paired with gouda cheese.

Bear loved spending time with other dogs but also preferred to be the king of his castle and the ruler of all of his toys.

“The Bunny” as we called him loved his belly rubbed.

Bear was the life of the party at every party… especially when guests threw his ball or gave him treats.

At two weeks shy of 13 years old, Bear was happy as can be until the day he went to doggy heaven.

John and I are so grateful to have had Bear for the time that we did and couldn’t have asked for a better dog. We know he’s running around chasing balls in the heaven where it’s always snowing and there’s an endless supply of belly rubs and treats.