More Census Confusion

I have many bear friends. I have issued a call for all of them to report and be counted. So far none of them have showed up. Instead these guys turned up outside my window this morning. Needless to say, I beat feet out of there fast. But a word to my so-called bear friends. This sort of frivolity will not be tolerated during the census. You have been warned.

An Enigma Wrapped in a Mystery

That's me alright. What am I thinking when "she" is home alone with me singing those weird songs about me? Here's what I look like:

But lets just say that's for me to know and "her" and anybody else to find out. Is there more to me than meets the eye? I don't know and what's more I'm not saying.

Still the sentiments expressed in the songs are very welcome and much appreciated.

Census Woes

Dearest Reader, forgive the extended absence of this blogger from his blog, but, alas, I have been overwrought. You may recall that several weeks or months ago I ordered a complete census of all my toys, calling upon them to gather themselves in groups at a number of sites, baskets, toy boxes, and wells. (Yes, there appear to be no fewer than three wells of toys).

How have things been going? Don't ask. A more cantankerous and undisciplined bunch of fools you will never encounter. Can't anybody here speak Dog? Or English? When I say gather yourselves in groups like all the frogs in one place, all the sponges in another, can't anybody tell what group they belong to? I mean, the sponges came close to some semblance of order, as shown above, but you will notice one is missing - Spongebobby - so we shall have to do the count all over again for the fortieth time.

As for the rest, you can see for yourself. Pigs, frogs, seals, birds, moose, mammoths, all mixed up. I have lost count, even with Bear's assistance, on at least one hundred attempts. Should I ask "him" for help? NEVER! NEVER EVER!!

This is known as a version of the "helicopter" ear look.

Keep in touch and, hopefully, I will be able to APPLY myself and REALLY concentrate into a FULL helicopter - but it AIN'T easy!
Stay tuned.  I'm going into the meditation room now and 'won't be out for several hours.....
Wish me luck!!

The Natural Nose

Many thanks to that weird black cat who sponsored the stove polish commercial, but we prefer the more natural solution.

SUN, SUN, SUN! Here comes the sun, and as you may observe from the photograph, we were waiting for it. A few more sessions collecting these revivifying rays and we will be good to go, anywhere, anytime, without embarrassment.

Have I told you, dear readers, of the remarkable qualities of the canine nose. I think I have noted in the sidebar that my own humble schnozz can freeze yogurt. It's true. There are numerous testimonials to that effect. I'm not kidding.

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Are YOU embarrassed to go outside and show yourself around the park, building concourse, elevator or underground parking garage?

Do you have to flee from the piparzazzi because you can't bear to have your photo taken - even at Xmas time sitting on Santa's lap?

Do you avoid walking past mirrors, plate glass windows and the like?

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In the Green Zone

"He" made an interesting observation for a change the other day. "He" noted that I seem to like the color green, that I instinctively seek out the color green, that I have an inordinate number of green toys, etc. After an exhaustive inventory of my toy stocks, as well as a preliminary search of the Well of Toys, I have concluded that "he" is right.

And really, what's not to like about green? Green is good. I am good. It is a natural match. I've done the research, too. Green is a calming color, green is the color of nature and all that. Perhaps I am unconsciously seeking an inner calm.

Don't get me going about green. It is the color of my beloved frogs, the source of one of my more memorable adventures. It is the color of Spongebobby and Bubba Bob and Green Thing. And the green silk comforter.

Wow! Green power. I think we are on to something here. Pictured above is a photo of yours truly surrounded by green toys. Wow! Green is the way to go.