So, this is how Mom and I are going to deal with my owies. My hands are covered with brand new socks. I’m not fond of the way they look—I was hoping she could find something that matched the rest of me better—but it’s certainly better then wearing the robe or something like that. And it’s not too uncomfortable at all. Now we are going to continue our hunt for a bear-doctor on the internet and get them patched up or replaced! (Or Mom’s going to get over her apprehension and patch them up herself!)
Today is a beautiful day. It’s still rather cold—below freezing—but at least it’s not below zero. I am glad that I am an inside bear. I know most bears hibernate in the winter, but I still wouldn’t want to be outside. (Did you know that bears and some other animals really don’t hibernate? They actually just fall into a deep sleep—because you can wake a bear up during the winter. Animals that really hibernate, like ground squirrels, cannot be woken up! Prairie dogs are an example. Mom learned that in a class that she took.)
Milton is one of my best friends. He is one of the earlier members of our hug. Today, he announced that Baxter had agreed to become his bear. I have Caleb, and Robinson has Stegner, and now Milton has Baxter. Milton never mentioned that he wanted his own bear, so I admit I was surprised when he announced it. Milton is watching Mom and I type this up and he is impressed with it. Most of my friends and family wait for me to finish typing the blog before they read it. When Mom isn’t around, we all take turns reading the blog and your comments!