Postings to the World Wide Woof!

Woof Woof! and welcome to a furry corner of the interweb thingy, that is the online home of myself, BonusBear, furry superstar, bon viveur and all round loveable scamp On these pages, you'll find out all about me, my family, friends, and other happenings that make my tail wag.

Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Happy Birthday to me!

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It’s my birthday!!!!! I’m six years old today! – that’s 42 in upright years, which means I can be as grumpy as I like, moan about pups today, and insist on having my toys and biscuits brought to me. I’m allowed to eat chicken all day today and mum and dad always take me out for a really good run.

Just one problem, they’ve been getting very interested in my email pal Megan and her agility competitions – so they gave me a course of agility lessons for a present. This means I’ll have to get off my furry bottom and run around a field jumping over things – thanks very much – you could have bought me a book on how to maximise your sleeping time or 101 ways to cook your chicken, I hate exercise, they know that, I might have to pull one of my week long sulks, humph!

Friday, June 24, 2005

They're Back!!!!!!!!

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Pheweee! Still at Grandad’s and it’s really really really hot, I’ve been lying around in the garden trying to find a coolspot and panting like a little furry steam train. I did try and lick the patio earlier, I thought it might cool me down, but mum looked at my green tongue in disgust and insisted I lick an ice-cube instead, which actually was a better idea, though not as tasty. Yes mum and Dad are back!!!!!! They arrived half way through the night time whilst I was still asleep in my usual small brown circle, on grandad’s sofa. I got a fantastic cuddle and ear waggle and couldn’t help but do lots of flappy tail wagging in return. I was really excited – they’re back – I knew they’d come back for me, think they must love me as much as I love them – fantastic!

Apparently my little, non furry and upright, cousins are coming around later, they’re called Karl and Abigail, they’re twins which always means twice the trouble. They came round before school the other day and chased me round the garden shouting “chicken chicken chicken” at the tops of their voices, which was fun but really confusing as they didn’t hand over any “chicken chicken chicken”. Mum was a bit bemused, she said they wouldn’t like it if I chased them round their bedrooms shouting “playstation, chocolate, cheese & onion crips”, really? sounds like great fun to me! (starts to flap at the back end).

Tuesday, June 21, 2005

Back again!

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Well, haven’t been able to write much for a while – mum and dad keep telling me they’re too busy out “earning the chewy bones” and I’ll have to wait until they’re less busy, and I say, well order me one of those big keyboards for little paws from ebuyer and I’ll do it myself!

So I’ve been at Grandad’s in Suffolk for the last couple of days – the first time I’ve had a holiday with granddad, whilst mum and Dad went to Spain to see Om, my godfather (not the sicillian dogfather, the other one, but more about that later). Turns out Om’s getting married and I might have to be the furry ring bearer – which I could probably do provided there’s a modicum of chicken brokered somewhere into the deal and I don’t confuse the two.

Mum and Dad have now started talking about getting me a passport, so I can go to
spain which I suppose means having my photo taken in a square box at the station and filling in loads of forms. Now where did I put my birth certificate…….

Life at Grandad’s is good – mainly because I’m irresistible to old people and so the fresh chicken dinners have been available frequently and on time and there have been great long walks in the woods and meadows. Well done Grandad, keep up the good work and maybe later we can share your chair after din-dins (that’s YOUR chair, yes I’ve got that YOUR chair – I only ever annexe it on a temporary basis, I do realise it’s the sacred chair – crumbs, you’re welcome to my basket, what’s the fuss?). The only trouble with granddad is his insistence on going to buy his newspaper at 6am when by rights a little bear should still be tucked up in bed dreaming of chasing chicken sandwiches. How come he manages to fetch his paper on his own when I’m not around, I do question the necessity of my prescence at such an hour, or would if I could.

I do miss mum and dad though, mum said something to me (which I didn’t understand) kissed the top of my head then they both zoomed off in the big red bear bus (that’s what they call the car) whilst me and granddad waved them off from the front porch. So how do I know when they’re coming back? it always feels like they’re gone for weeks and weeks, even though it’s only been two lots of night, I don’t really understand. I like being with my grannies and Grandad but I want mum and Dad too, it’s a dilemma for a llittle bear and sometimes it makes me flumped out for a day when they’re away, pondering how much I’d like them home compared to how fun it is to be at my grandparents and destroy their flower beds. That’s why I curl up on their bed when they’re not here, I like to think of it as our bed and I’m keeping it warm for us all.