Conversations with Bear

Daddo here - the OG of the ‘Yard was home today, resting up after having spent two straight days hard at work…….

Me - hard at work I see, ‘o soggy one.
Bear - what are you on about? I’m working.
Me - doing what….lounging or sponging?
Bear - 2 eyes constantly surveying the grounds.
Me - more like laying down on the job.
Bear - did you know that professional Sponge training is tax deductible?
Me - for who?
Bear - as my “sponsor” it’s just one of the many added benefits.
Me - the IRS will love this one, what’s the other ones.
Bear - 24hr security, interior decoration consultation, etc.
Me - you mean all that borking and belching of bear glitter?

And with that Capt Squishy Face proceeded to feature the finer points of owning a giant majestic breed like a Great Pyrenees. He feels it’s better to look at life as if your “pool” is half full rather then half empty. It’s not often a large white wet fluffy Buddha bestows his grand wisdom upon you. Thank you o wise one. Happy Thursday everyone! Conversations with Bear

Daddo here - Tuesday morning drop off at the Barkyard featured a surprise guest, not unwelcome but certainly unexpected.

Me - for gods sake Bear, what are you doing?
Bear - as Elmer Fudd would say, I’m hunting wabbit.
Me - did somebody spike your kibble? there’s no bunnies around here.
Bear - I’ll bet you a weeks worth of treatos there is.
Me - you’re gonna make me late for work.
Bear - that’s a you problem, I’m currently working.
Me - it looks more like farting around and stalling to me.
Bear - ah hah! got you, you fuzzy little monkey!

And with that I saw what I truly didn’t expect to see…….a cute but very skittish little bunny. While a rabbit in the wild has no real impact on my life, realising the Great White Hunter was right definitely does. As he turned to take one last look at the “fuzzy little monkey,” Capt Squishy Face held his head high and said, “you know what this means, don’t you?” I did, in fact, know what he meant but before I could respond he let me know he’d be providing me with his treato wish list later that evening. I should’ve known better then to bet against three million scent glands. Happy Wednesday everyone! Conversations with Bear