Spending the week with Sandy in Bear is a truly bipolar experience - On one hand we've got the gentile, senior citizen in Sandy who gets to where she's going when she gets there, slow and steady wins the race says she. And on the other hand we've got pure puppy madness with her new brother Bear (ever so appropriately named by the way) leaping off the staircase as if a pool waited at the bottom, and leaping about as if Milk-xeBones rained down from the sky. I realize only now that the pain I've felt in my chest over the past few days has not been heartburn, gas, or asthma, but the strain of holding a wiley Bear with my left and a slow poke with my right during our dog walks!

 

Both Sandy and Bear are posted on our client page but that just tells a hint of how great these two really are! The cold has been trying on Sandy's arthritis and so we've limited her exposure to it just a bit in the last few nights and especially today. But Mr. Bear has not even given thought to the possibility. He's all systems go, all the time! We went for a run through his condo complex last night but that barely...or should I say Bearly....even made a dent on his energy index.

 

He does play well independently also, which Sandy always appreciates, while, I must admit is helpful to me at times as well. Especially when I'm giving affection to Sandy or writing blogs!

 

I'll be here till the 21st as Momma had to go away for work at the last minute, but I think the three of us will manage just fine! Goodnight and....Bear! No! Don't eat that!...