My Bear

I took Bear for a walk in the park today - a three hour walk. He pulls me up the hills, and also down. A good way to spend Thanksgiving.

He's seven years old now. Time flies. I still remember how he chewed up every hose and extension cord in the house as a puppy. And how he got run over by a car. And how we found him that night, wimpering under a bush. And how we drove him to Knoxville that night so he could get his broken hip pinned back together.