I'm no dummy. I know why most people read this blog. It's not my writing and it's certainly not the beautiful photography (ahem).
I know Bear is my best feature.
And so I heretofore resolve to have more posts specifically dedicated to him. He's an entertaining and slightly crazy pup, so I'm sure there will never be a shortage of content.
Bear got a hair cut about a week ago and he's been extra sassy every since. I'm pretty sure it's because he can see better without all the fluff in his eyes, but maybe he just knows he looks dapper with his fluffy new 'do.
After a matting disaster a few moths ago, Bear no longer wears a collar. I put his tags on his harness, so he wears them when we go out, but when he's at home he's a barbarian with no accoutrements to speak of. Voila. No more super-mats on his neck. I've also been making a habit of brushing him every single day, which is probably the most significant change in keeping the mats at bay.
Basically, I'll do anything to keep him out of the groomer on a regular basis. We take him to get groomed every three or four months. It costs twice as much as one of my haircuts, so it nearly kills me every time. Good thing he's cute, right?
But enough about his grooming habits, here are four recent pictures of the little fluff ball (clockwise from top left):
1. We were trying to put new sheets on the bed and Bear kept popping up to play in them. We finally just put the quilt over the top of him and he popped his head out like "hi!!!!" Sneakadoodle. (What would we do without iPhones to capture these random moments?)
2. We picked Blake up after his meetings at church on Sunday and Bear was over-the-moon about having an extra car ride with the windows down.
3. When the groomer blow dries Bear's hair, it fluffs up in a big bouffant on his head. It's hilarious and we always end up calling him "fluff head" for the first few days until it's under control again.
4. This is Bear's "I don't trust you" face. He jumped up on the couch next to me while I was reading, so I gave him some rubs, but I think he could tell that I was about to leave him to go do something without him. He kept giving me the side-eye to show his disapproval.