He is a four year old Havanese. I got Bear for Christmas in 2007. I woke up at 6:00 AM (just like any normal Christmas), and walked downstairs. I saw puppy supplies by the tree, and assumed that my parents got me a stuffed puppy to play with. Rewind a month. I had wanted a dog for a long time, and my mom and I had been researching breeders/breeds/etc.. We decided that there wasn't enough time to get me a puppy by Christmas. I was devastated, so I asked if I would get one by Valentine's Day. My mom's answer was, "We'll see." Of course. The answer to every question I ask. Not really, but I was sure that it meant yes. Fast forward to Christmas morning. I woke up my brother, and we observed the goodies from upstairs. As we walked downstairs, we saw my grandma making coffee (She's an early riser!). We wished her merry Christmas, and ran to check our stockings. Then, my dad walked in wearing his annual Santa hat. He was carrying my stuffed puppy. He was extremely life-like. I'll admit that I was impressed. Then he moved!! I responded by asking it he was alive! Haha! My dad said yes and we played with him for at least half an hour before finishing our stockings. He went by Puppy for the first three days of his life with us. Then I finally decided to call him Bear.
Awwwww. So cute!
This was taken last winter. He LOVES his little jacket! Unfortunately, DJ chewed it up. Which brings me to DJ.
He is a three year old Goldendoodle. We love his personality! He's hilarious! Anyway, he's my brother's dog, but we all take care of him (same with sweet Bearbo).
So there's DJ!
They're getting groomed on Wednesday! I'm so excited! They are so dirty right now!
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