This… is Bear

 

So. Listen up. This… is Bear — BIG Bear.And when I say big, I mean this dude could wrestle a Great Dane and still have fluff to spare.

(That’s me on the right, obviously. Looking elegant. Wearing a diaper. Don’t judge.)

Bear and I have been getting acquainted. He showed up one day like, “Hey little dude, I’m your emotional support fluff.” I was like, we’ll see about that. But turns out? He’s not bad. Doesn’t steal my snacks. Doesn’t judge my barking. Doesn’t hog the cushion. Just sits there, warm and soft, smelling slightly of Chewy and... maybe patchouli?

Emma says he’s here to keep me company when she’s out — something about dogs needing comfort and companionship. And while I am an independent, high-status, California-hearted prince, I’ll admit it: Bear’s alright. He’s a good listener. He never interrupts. And when I tuck myself under his big fuzzy arm like this? Honestly? It feels kind of… safe.

So now when Emma goes off, I curl up with Bear, dream of Malibu breezes, and wait for her to come home. He’s like a silent bodyguard, if that bodyguard were made of 80% polyester and wore a graphic tee.

We’re still working on boundaries (he tends to stare), but yeah… Bear’s in the circle now.

Welcome to the pack, fuzzball.

— Peanut 🐾