Just Wanted Some Bearberry Pie

Last Spring, Bearbearette, Pearpear and I thought it would be nice if we could have our own garden. So we went outside and made one. Since none of us have particularly strong or nimble arms and legs, we were somewhat limited in what we could plant. We decided to make a little square garden, with little white and pink flowers, and sweet bearberry bushes.

I worked a long time in that garden throughout the past year, watering it, watching it, and giving my flowers air kisses so they can grow happier like me. And I must say, it wasn't always easy tilting the watering pot when I can barely stretch my hands beyond my cheeks.

We've been so excited because the flowers have grown quite happily, and bearberries have popped up and begun to plump up. Bearbearette has been thinking for weeks how she can use the bearberries for dessert when they are ripe enough. Earlier this week, when we went outside to get some sun (I'm the only one who tans) we noticed that half the bearberries were gone! We searched and searched around the house, I checked under the deck, near the sidewalk, and along our walkways, but we couldn't find the missing bearberries. I thought I smelled the smell of a bearberry cobbler, but I wasn't too sure since I've been quite stuffed up lately.

Even though we were very sad, we figured, at least we still have half the bearberries left so we just went back inside. Bearbearette decided that she wanted to use the bearberries today, so we all planned to wake up early this morning and go pick the rest of our bearberries. When we got outside, we saw that all the bearberries were gone! Just gone! I was so shocked and saddened. Even now I can't help but to let out a teardrop or two. *whimper whimper*

Not only that, someone had set up a little stand on the sidewalk next door with a big sign that says "Berry Cobblers For Sale!" I still cannot believe this. Of course, Pearpear, Bearbearette nor I saw anybody taking our bearberries. We also cannot say for sure how those berry cobblers came about. But, I am really not as slow as some may think, and I must shake my fists in fury at this. *shake shake*

How can anyone steal the bearberries that we worked so hard to grow, turn them into dessert that we were planning to make and eat, and what's worse, actually make money from that!? I just don't understand. I cannot even begin to imagine what goes on inside the mind and heart of anyone who would do that. And they didn't even spell "Bearberry" right. We have had to console ourselves by eating ice cream, bearberryless, but even that has not been able to soften the despair in my little bearbear heart. *sniff sniff*

I just wanted some bearberry pie...

I'm Melting~~~

Why is it so HOT!? It's bad enough when walking makes me sweat, but these days, even sitting still leaves salty dewdrops on my head. Sometimes, I really wish I didn't have so much fur - it's like a wool coat I can never take off.

When I told Bearbearette and Pearpear that though, Bearbearette said that I could just shave it all off, but I don't want that! And then Pearpear went to look for scissors, so I ran away. They're being meanie poos again.

Bearbearette thinks that we should go swimming. I'm not really sure how that's going to work out though, since 1) I don't know how to swim and 2) we don't have a pool. I wouldn't mind waddling around in a big tub of ice cubes though. Or maybe ice cream...mmm ice cream...but wait, that might get sticky.

I'm going to go air myself off by the fan again, before my little bearbear tail melts off my big round bearbear butt.

Almost The Happiest Place On Earth

Guess what guess what! Pearpear, Bearbearette and I got to go to Disneyworld! Yay! It was sooooo much fun. And WAY bigger than Disneyland. It was like, Disneyland plus Universal Studios plus a wild African safari plus a gigantic museum of the world plus pretty lakes multiplied by 10 times the magic!

We got to meet so many friends, see so many things, and eat so many yummies that my tummy almost exploded. Not only that, I got to visit so many places at once - France, Italy, Germany, Japan, China, Mexico, Norway and more! We even got a free Mickey Mouse ears hat!

There was so much happiness I wasn't sure what to do with it. Although I loved it there, in some ways I'm glad to be home. I was starting to miss my soft pillow, fluffy blanky and steady supply of Bearbear snacks. Disney made me so happy that I just wanted to roll around and laugh all day, but I am just as happy, if not happier, rolling around on my fluffy blanky. For me, I guess home is my absolute happiest place, but Disneyworld is definitely *almost* the happiest place on earth.

Crunchies and Stretchies

Lately, my tummy has been getting rounder and rounder, and I have been moving slower and slower. So, Bearbearette is making me eat healthier and do bearbearcises. She's not allowing me to eat as many bearbear snacks, chocolates, or cookies as I want. Which makes me kind of sad. But sometimes I sneak 1 or 2 bearbear snacks a day. *sshhhh* don't tell her.

Some of my bearbearcises are harder for me to do. For example, I tried to do some crunchies. Even though I try my hardest to keep my back and neck lined up, it's just really hard for me because my back is naturally round. So often I end up rocking back and forth. Pearpear made fun of me, and said I looked like an upside-down turtle. :(

So I've been taking more baby steps, and doing little stretchies instead. Even that can be a big task sometimes; it's not easy to make my arms come out farther you know, although I can do a pretty good job touching my toes.

Even though it's hard, and sometimes it hurts, and I miss all the cookies and ice cream, I know that this is better for my round tummy in the end. Besides, Bearbearette and I made a deal: if I do 30 stretchies each day for 5 days, or if I can make it to 10 crunchies at one time, I can have myself a cookie, a scoop of ice cream, or a chocolate bar! So if I work really hard, I can reward myself, and become a healthier little bearbear! Yay!

Just A Lil Bit

Lately, I've been feeling just a lil bit down. Bearbearette has gotten a hobby of collecting ribbons and scrap fabric and turning them into decorations around the house. She's been doing this every day, between breakfast and lunch, lunch and dinner, after dinner and before bed. She put some silver ribbons on the lamp and some blue ribbons on the candle stands. She tried to put some pink ribbons on my tail, but I ran away. Meanwhile, Pearpear has been reading in the corner by himself. Whenever I try to go over and find out what he's reading, he doesn't notice me because his face is buried deep in his book. I'm not very good at reading big books, so I'm not really sure what it's about except I think it has something to do with saving the world.

I don't want to interrupt Bearbearette because she seems to be having a lot of fun with her ribbons, and I don't want to bother Pearpear because his book looks important. What should I do? At times like these, I miss Jackson Kitty even more. He's the only one who could sit between my ears without making me ow ow. (Pearpear and Bearbearette have tried, and believe me, it ow owed!)

I think I might be just a lil bit lonely. I'm glad it's almost going to be the weekend, because then maybe we can all go out to play. Yes, that would be lovely, when we can all go out and play, even if it is for just a lil bit.

I've Been A Bad Lil Bearbear...

Oh dear me, I've been a bad lil bearbear. I'm vewy vewy sowwiee for being silent for almost a year. A year! How did I let this happen? Well see, back in Spring of last year, Pearpear, Bearbearette & I took a vacation to Maui. It was a nice, long vacation, without interruptions, angry people, or the internet. And alas, after not using my blog for such a long time, silly lil me simply forgot! *scratching my head*

I always had this little nagging feeling that I was forgetting something, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Then last week, Bearbearette says to me, "Bearbear, what have you been telling The People recently about us?" and I said, "The People? Telling? Us?"
And Bearbearette gasped, "You mean you didn't tell them about our trips, how we spent the winter holidays, and what you did (not) do on Valentine's Day???" Then she bit my tail and then I remembered...yeeeeps!

But goodness me, there was one more step -- I had forgotten how to sign on! So I searched and searched my room for the little blue note I had hidden with my account and password. I searched on the table, inside the kitchen cabinet, below my bed, in the pillow, behind the curtains and under Pearpear's butt. Finally I found it, and here I am! So again, I'm sowwie for being a bad lil bearbear. Will you please forgive me?

What's In A Name?

A long long time ago, I was given the name, Bearbear. People sometimes ask "Why is your name *just* Bearbear?" "Why is Bearbearette named Bearbearette?" and "Why is Pearpear Pearpear?" (certain people ask that with a snooty tone, which we really do not appreciate.) Some people wonder why we don't have human names like Bobby or Peter or Bonnie. Some people wonder why we don't have pet names like Fluffy or Sparky.

Well I don't like those names. I'm not a human, and I'm not a pet! I like my name just the way it is. After all, my name gets to the point, and it reiterates!