When I took Ms Molly's birthday bone across today [ wrapped in foil and tied in a big purple ribbon ] I wasn't entirely surprised to find that Pete and Brenda had also paid the butcher a visit ... talk about one happy little Bear! He now has bones buried both here and next door and I await with no small amount of trepidation the day that he digs 'em all up again :]
He also wants to thank everyone for their Bear-thday wishes...
Ethel, meanwhile, is peeping imprecations under her breath and threatening to take the Bearmeister to the [very small] Small Claims Tribunal
Bear wishes to point out that it is in the nature of terriers to chase anything that runs
especially silly, bloody Guinea Fowl
and he didn't really mean to deprive Ethel of her tail feathers.