Bear.
Beary.
BearBear.
Goof ball.
Fluff Bum.
Handsome Boy.
Scaredy cat dog!
Beary McBearerson.
Burpy McBurperson.
Nudgey McNudgerson.

Whatever we call him, he is absolutely our favourite boy. And today he is 8. So much for coming to live for a little while until he found a forever family … 7.5 years ago!

Beary we couldn’t love you more if we tried. Your talking. Your need to have the last word when we chat. Your singing. Your looking in the mirror and seeing a Chihuaua looking back {you must, considering the small spaces you try to squeeze into!}. Your love of attention and your adamance when you’re not getting enough to change the mind of the person you’re seeking it from. Your chair/bed/couch hogging. Your arm nudging. The contented sigh you make when I cuddle you at the end of the day.

Happiest birthday you lovely critter!

Thank you for being you, for choosing us, and for bringing a never-ending supply of love, goofiness and laughter to our home and our hearts.