Reflections of a friend

One of my fans wrote the following description (of her current state of mind), in a letter to me, because she has been missing our frequent Starbucks meetings. We usually meet to catch up on all the fairy news in town, but I've been a busy bear (as I've alluded to in my recent posts), so our coffee dates have been a little sporadic lately. I suppose all of my fans are suffering to one degree or another, from my absence.

"Parched with the dryness of her life due to severe extended absence of the presence of the fairy beary Madison, she gazed across the landscape of emptiness behind her and wondered how long she would have to endure the devastation of life without seeing the sparkle of her (Madison's) warm black eyes and her joyful dance of friendship and happiness. "

Pond Girls

After a long hard week of moving, Valiant and I decided we needed some recreation time, so we had Mummi drive us to the barn for some pond time (to include a leisurely dip in the scum covered H2O), sunshine and relaxation.

Then, we all headed back to the new Casa to plant some flowers (for Valiant's mid afternoon snacks), load the bookshelves and eat Greek food (Mummi says she prefers garlic breath over turd breath - weird).

Moving is hard work...

Got Tape?


I don't know what mummi would do without us... while she's away at work, we're getting these boxes packed, taped and stacked (with a little help from Grandma, who came to see us, from Arizona). We've been busy bears!

Valiant has been very helpful at giving me advice... we make a great team. I do all the work and she does all the talking.

Wrong Side of the Bed Syndrome

Valiant and I both seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Clarification: she woke up on Mummi's bed (she has NO IDEA how that happened) and I woke up in my fluffy bear bed. All seemed well, until we got out of bed. Since then, Valiant has lived up to her "Delicate Wilting Flower" name and I've donned a new name: "Tender Flying Bear". Here's the scoop.

We had our breakfast, did our chores (you know, tee-tee & tu-tu), terrorized the neighbor's canines, dragged Daddi up/down the stairs, then were settling in for our daily routine (sleeping soundly on furniture). Delicate Wilting Flower jumped onto the blue chair and was savagely attacked by Mummi's Bible. Bible's can be very dangerous if not used appropriately. She squealed in alarm and ran for her life (under the bed). Then, as our adrenaline was just winding down, I casually climbed onto the back of my chaise lounge chair when the chair decided to throw me off. Chairs (especially chaise lounge chairs) are highly temperamental. One moment you're peacefully resting and the next your plummeting wildly through the air grasping for solid ground.

No Bears were harmed in the incidents referred to above.

Letter from a fan

Here is a letter from one of my faithful fans. This friend really understands my naked plight and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding my mummi's decision to hastily chop off my hair (again). Remember the story of Samson? Cutting long locks of hair is just not a good idea (I hope my mummi is reading this...).

"I was just thinking of my buddy bear, Madison, and mourning the (second) loss of her marvelous black shining locks and considering starting a fund for the Post Syndrome Trauma of Too Short Shearing of a Fairy Loving Bunny Bear..."

Behind (balcony) Bars

Polo

Daddi is a little out of practice on his polo, so a few days ago, Valiant and I took him down to the polo field to get in some practice. We're definitely going to have to work with him on his stroke, but you can see from the photos, we were giving him some specific and very detailed instruction on angles, how to approach the ball, what a polo ball looks like, etc. Now all we need to do is get him on a polo pony!

Virtuous Bear

I keep getting a lot questions (which take time and energy to answer) about why I wear my jacket or rain slicker around the house, in public and pretty much everywhere at this present time. So I thought I'd briefly update everyone, so that I can conserve my energy for "more important things" (like chasing Fairies!!!).

Mummi got clipper happy again a couple weeks ago and decided to obliterate my luscious locks of black bear hair, leaving me positively naked. I'm bearly clothed, if you know what I mean. It's positively unbearable. I'm a very modest bear, so I absolutely INSIST on wearing my jacket until my bearnicifiscent black coat grows back. Valiant is taking care of the clippers ("Do your worst!" I told her). I suppose my job is to eat as many horse turds as "bear"ily possible, as I'm sure they're full of essential nutrition for proper hair growth. I'll keep you posted on the naked truth of my hair condition.

Horse Turds and other edible yummies

I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but I recently discovered a delicacy, unknown to man (but very much known by canines of every variety): horse turds. All I have to say is "Yumm!" Valiant and I have been taking mummi to the barn every night to see her horse and I've got to tell you, it's something I really look forward to during the long boring work day. In fact, Valiant and I hold each other accountable not to eat any of our regular, bland "dog" food, because we don't want to spoil our appetites before heading to the barn.

Also, as many of you may know, Valiant discovered the nutritional superiority of horse food when she was just a wee lass. She is living proof that horse feed does the body good. So, Fancy has been nice enough to leave some on the ground for us after every meal, which makes for a perfect dessert (It's what we always say: Sisters, in all sizes, work together for good).

Now, if I could just figure out why mummi has started brushing our teefies and washing our face EVERY NIGHT, all would be swell!