Warren and I got married. I had a dog named Aspen. He was my dog from college that I had rescued from an abusive situation. And no, I will not go into that. When we got married, Warren was working and I was working. We thought Aspen might be lonely during the day without us there. We thought about a puppy but that is about it...just thinking. Never acted on it. Well, one day Warren and I decided to go to the local fairgrounds here to look around, spend some time together. NO intentions whatsoever to actually get a puppy. We both worked. We didn't have time. We had a dog. So what on earth possessed us to get a dog that day? Bear. Plain and simple...Bear. One look and Warren was hooked. Bear was a tiny little thing(ironic, huh?) but chubby. Cutest puppy in that little box. though I had my eyes on a German Shepard in another area, Warren was set on this dog and wasn't letting him go. We assumed he was some type of mutt. BTW, he's a flat-coated retriever. Bear had the softest fur. Puppy smell. We were so, so unprepared for another dog that we even had to stop by the pet store on the way home for supplies. LOL. Brought him home, Aspen sniffed him and turned away. Umm, is this going to work honey? Took some time but it did work. Very well. Aspen and Bear became great buddies. They played together, slept together, etc.
Soon after Bear got home, we knew we were in for a wild ride. Aspen was older and more settled. Bear was all puppy. He chewed everything in site. Our bed, my shoes, furniture, etc. One year, Bear even ate Christmas! All of it. Well, dummy me wraps up a Hickory Farms Beef Stick and put it under the tree. Bear opened that up and then decided anything else in wrapping paper would test good including Barbies. It was nuts. Bear has given us way too many great memories to count. He swam in our pool. Bear was protective of our family and our kids. No harm would ever come to anyone here if Bear was around. You could be rest assured.
Bear went with us on our honeymoon even. This dog is special beyond anyone's realization. Bear has helped us through some really tough times in life. He loved going for walks. He loved chasing squirrels in the yard. Caught a few too! He used to NOT like any other dog in our yard. Would attack them. Over the years though, he's mellowed and will let other dogs in the yard but not in the house. That is his turf. Bear loved his ears being scratched. Loved it. Bear hated getting a bath. He'd rather wallow in the dirt. Bear loved laying outside taking in all the happenings in the yard. When younger, Bear would play stick with the kids. He also had his "nappy." That's what we called his old stuffed animals. This big dog loved his stuffed animals. He'd have a stuffed animal in his mouth and greet us at the door. Looked so silly this huge dog w/ a baby stuffed animal in his mouth.
Bear was a survivor. Remember, we have 7 children, all with issues. Things are bound to happen. When Bear was just 4 months old, we thought he was dead. He was hit head on with a pick up truck in front of our house. I scooped that puppy up and layed him on the concrete sobbing. He got up! We scooped him up again and ran to the vet. He made it. He survived the pick up truck collision. What a dog. Bear also survived Yana breaking his leg. Not intentionally. She took him for a walk and he chased a squirrel into the woods. She yanked on his leash to turn him around yet never realized his leg was stuck in a hole in the tree. His leg was very badly broken and in a cast for a very long time. Yet, Bear survived. Bear survived being poisoned by Irina. She dropped an industrialized size bag of chocolate chips. Bear ate the entire couple pound bag! yet, he survived. Threw up a lot that evening but survived. Bear is such a trooper. He's survived countless hours of the kids playing soccer around him and accidentally hitting him. He survived being shot with a bullet in the tail( not by us mind you). He survived the kids dropping countless things on him as they're carrying stuff upstairs. Through all this, Bear has NEVER EVER once bit any of our kids nor the kids I care for. Not a once. He has always loved everyone in this home.
Bear has always been there to greet you at the door with a tail wag. Bear was distraught the day Warren was gone for work over night. That dog laid outside in the pouring down rain waiting for him to come home. Now, where else can you get that kind of faithfulness? I could tell countless Bear stories. I don't think anyone in this home could love a dog any more. Bear will be remembered for his unwavering love of this family, his gentle giantness of sorts, his doggy smile and tail wag every time the school bus pulled up at the driveway, his tearing open of Christmas presents in his Christmas stocking every year, and too many other things to name. I can not even begin to describe what this dog has meant in our lives.