Bear's favorite toy is the ball. Most of the time he carries one around with him (inside and outside) just in case someone will give it a throw. One afternoon we had been outside in the yard for awhile and I was getting ready to go in. He was off in the woods somewhere nearby and I called to him. Well it seems he misplaced his ball and he came prancing home with a box turtle instead. He gently laid it at my feet with a "lookie what I found---a walking ball" face. Ever since then, he has brought me quite a few turtles from the woods.
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Another habit he has, is putting his ball in his food bowl. Whether there is food in the bowl or not there is always a ball in there. His cookie jar is under his raised food table and he knows he can't have any unless he finishes his meal. One day he played a trick on us by covering his food with all the balls from his toy box just to get a cookie.
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When I spend too much time on the computer he will sneak up on me and shove my hand off the keyboard with his nose. I keep another box of cookies in my lower desk drawer and he will sit there and give his paw until I open the drawer and get him a cookie.
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In the mornings, he comes into the bedroom and noses me in the face, to wake me up for his walk. If I ignore him, he comes back about 5 minutes later and does it again. Who needs an alarm clock?
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When he was a puppy, I took him with me to the store. I left him in the car by himself while I was gone for about 45 minutes. When I returned and opened the door, he was still lying on the back seat instead of greeting me with his usual "standing tail waggle". This struck me as strange and I wondered if he wasn't feeling well. I thought maybe a treat would cheer him up so I opened the console to get out some cookies and the whole bag was gone--disappeared. I looked around and nothing was out of place and then he moved on the seat. Underneath him were the wrappers from the cookie bag and nary a crumb! Just a guilty look on his face.
Little did I know then, but I would see this face quite a few times when I returned home and he was bad. Instead of greeting me at the door he would wait at the top of the steps with a quilty look on his face. Usually he would just get into the trash, but he knew! He hates being called a "bad dog", it really hurts his feelings, so he behaves pretty well now.
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He has a birthday party every year and all the kids from the neighborhood come over to wish him a "Happy Birthday" and eat cake and ice cream. I'm sure that's enough for now, but that dog has quite some character.
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Another habit he has, is putting his ball in his food bowl. Whether there is food in the bowl or not there is always a ball in there. His cookie jar is under his raised food table and he knows he can't have any unless he finishes his meal. One day he played a trick on us by covering his food with all the balls from his toy box just to get a cookie.
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When I spend too much time on the computer he will sneak up on me and shove my hand off the keyboard with his nose. I keep another box of cookies in my lower desk drawer and he will sit there and give his paw until I open the drawer and get him a cookie.
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In the mornings, he comes into the bedroom and noses me in the face, to wake me up for his walk. If I ignore him, he comes back about 5 minutes later and does it again. Who needs an alarm clock?
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When he was a puppy, I took him with me to the store. I left him in the car by himself while I was gone for about 45 minutes. When I returned and opened the door, he was still lying on the back seat instead of greeting me with his usual "standing tail waggle". This struck me as strange and I wondered if he wasn't feeling well. I thought maybe a treat would cheer him up so I opened the console to get out some cookies and the whole bag was gone--disappeared. I looked around and nothing was out of place and then he moved on the seat. Underneath him were the wrappers from the cookie bag and nary a crumb! Just a guilty look on his face.
Little did I know then, but I would see this face quite a few times when I returned home and he was bad. Instead of greeting me at the door he would wait at the top of the steps with a quilty look on his face. Usually he would just get into the trash, but he knew! He hates being called a "bad dog", it really hurts his feelings, so he behaves pretty well now.
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He has a birthday party every year and all the kids from the neighborhood come over to wish him a "Happy Birthday" and eat cake and ice cream. I'm sure that's enough for now, but that dog has quite some character.