A Traveling Bear

On the road again, like a band of grizzlies we go down the highway. We’re the best of friends. . . . oh, hello, again! I just returned from another trip and was reminiscing when I noticed that mom & dad had left the computer on. It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn’t blogged in a while and there must certainly be some people waiting with baited breath to hear of my latest adventures.

Once again, we went to the mountains and spent some time around my natural habitat. Of course, Smokey was there and we spent a lot of time catching up and enjoying the cool, fall weather and the bright colors of the leaves. As you know, we have a baby in the family and she was, of course, the star of the trip. I made mom and dad promise before we had her, that she would have her own bear and that I would not be he. That is not working out. While she has several bears, including my buddy, Grizz, she seems to have an affinity for me. That’s understandable given my cuddliness, my cubbish looks, and my bearly profile. However, her idea of affection is to pound me on the head. Though I appreciate the gesture (hehe!), it hurts! She’s a feisty little thing! I know she means well, but I’m going to have to start wearing a helmet. Perhaps I need to start asking for more salmon . . . That is doubly true now that she has begun to crawl. Nowhere is safe! At least my feline friend, Alley, is quick enough to get away.

Well, time to go. I have to get ready to root for my favorite team this weekend. Who, you ask? Who else? Da-Bears!

On the road again, I just can’t wait to get on the road again. My whole life is fishing for salmon with my friends, and I can’t wait to get on the road again.