Attacked by a Bear
A little while ago, it was decided that Bear needed a mat. He is supposed to be an outside dog, though following the death of Jack, we took pity on him and let him come in the back of the house.
Because you know, Bear was mourning the loss of his friend.
We could tell.
We could tell.
He needed our comfort.
So Bear started coming in the house a little bit more and we thought that he needed a place to sit and so maybe, just maybe, not so much dog hair would get everywhere.
And maybe, just maybe, he would not casually pull himself across the floor until you're left wondering how he came to rest his big drooling head on your lap.
So my housemate had the brilliant idea of making a Bear mat out of a bunch of old clothes that were headed for the thrift store. We set about the task of cutting old work shirts into strips, braiding them together and then sewing the whole mat in one big snail like fashion.
For the love of a dog.
We laboured on this mat. Let me tell you, WE WORKED HARD. It became a little bit of an obsession for me, perhaps because the appeal of sewing rags together just seemed so much more exciting than reading about Ancient Greece.
It was a little bit of a frustrating endeavour because as we would get excited about the progress that was made, Bear would come and lie on it and dwarf the whole thing.
Making a mat for a dog that size is a little daunting.
Anyways, we came to a point where we ran out of material and we ran out of steam. And so Bear has had a kind of a half finished mat for the last little while.
He lies on it and gets the point when we say "BEAR! Get on your mat."
But then, somedays, we find his mat mysteriously out in the yard and we wonder how it found his way out there.
And then Brad caught this video.
And we learned that maybe, just maybe, Bear isn't so keen on that mat that we so lovingly made for him.
Brad and I find this video pretty hilarious and as I sat here watching it, laughing, I got thinking about how maybe it's just us that find it funny. Maybe it's like those parents who have that kid that just sits there and blinks and it's deemed the world's greatest moment.
Maybe Bear is just our kid, that looks at us with those big soulful eyes as he rips up the mat we made.
Yet we still love him.
In fact, we love him more for it.
Maybe we just need a kid.
I LOVE BEAR - can you please bring him home.... please???? Magoo would love him too..... not... Love, Mommy
Anonymous said...
9:49 PM
It's not just you. That is sooo funny.
Also..
can I just say how super impressed i am with those photos of the surf and the birds? WOW! Goes to show you, having good equipment doesn't make you a more creative photographer. Great job!
Also, looks like we'll be here when you get back. For about a week anyways. Hope to see you soon!
christy said...
3:02 PM
Thats pretty funny! :) Maybe that's just big dog love Steph! Cool rug though, i'm pretty impressed!
Montana said...
8:12 PM