The Chronicles of a Pound Puppy
Since the second day he lived here, Bear has claimed the back of the couch as his perch. He's a lot more confident up there now than he was then! It's easier now to shoot his photo, since we've taught him the command "watch."
Bear absolutely loves my playmate Sarah. I think I shot off a dozen photos of the two of them and every single one turned out great.
A spoiled, lazy, happy boy.
The guys like to trap Bear between the ottoman and the chair and watch him try to wriggle out. This is one of the many ways they play/torture him each morning before school. He loves it.
The ears laying back. In a down position. This is Bear's way of dealing with the evil vacuum cleaner. At least he doesn't bark at it. In fact, it's about the only thing he doesn't bark at!
My cozy bed. My mom's Susan G. Komen t-shirts, my flossing towel, my favorite PetStages chew toy, and my squeaky squirrel (upside down)