Found sleeping under my Dad's truck, Bear has spent the last 9 years as my big old buddy. When I found him he was dirty and covered in dreads, not to mention he was a little on the thin side.

I quickly put up a fence and brought him to his new home. I quickly realized he was once someone's pet, as he was house trained and knew his way around a house. We spent the first 6 months getting to know each other, and on a few occasions he tried to break out of his pen, rather he did break out. I would come home to him sitting by the gate.

Over the years I have enjoyed his company, and his little pains in the butt. From his whinning to go on his walks, to his crazed fear of thunderstorms, and his dragging me around as we tried to enjoy a nice walk; there is a lot of fun in this loyal old friend.