Beary went to the groomer yesterday. He came home a shadow of his former self and looks so little to me. It’s all relative, right? To everyone else he’s still a big bear!

I wanted photos.

He wanted the treat. A boy has limits.

I always think he’s handsome {if you’ve been reading for a while you may remember this post}, and I tell him at least five times each day how gorgeous he is. But when he comes home from the groomer and he’s even softer and silkier than ever, I can’t help but gush more than usual. Even Love Bug couldn’t stop patting him and saying ooooh Bear Bear you’re soooooo soft and lovely.

Love you my favourite boy!