Bear The Bichon

We have a pretty good routine when it comes to outdoor training. Every morning I let the dogs out. However, Bear does not like to be out long because he needs to know what I am doing every moment. Well this morning I left him out too long. When I do that Bear gets upset and decides to roll in his uncle's poop. When I let them in this morning I wasn't really paying attention until I started to smell something that wasn't quite fresh. I looked at Bear and he looked off and started running. He went and hid under the dining room table, so I knew something was wrong. I crawled under the table and Bear had poop all around both sides of his neck where he had just wallowed and rolled in poop. So I had to drag him from under the table and lock him in the bathroom with me while I ran him bath water. Bear is in need of hear cut so I had to really scrub to get all the poop out of his hair....why me?!

We are about to begin a series of activities performed by Bear. He is quite the character. We'll start with yesterday since it is fresh on my mind and my husband is still pissed off. I was taking a nap yesterday when I heard Bear chewing on something under the bed. As you will get to know, Bear is a certified, slick and habitual thief. I went to get a flash light so that I could see- I keep one near the bed since I have to play cops and robbers with him often. When I shined the light on Bear he ran, of course. Under the bed was the bottom plate of my husband's dentures. I picked them up with the paper they were wrapped in and started to look for the second set and Bear. My husband was sitting in another room on a bed, and beneath it I see a set of big brown eyes peeking from under it. Once I moved toward Bear, he bolted but this time with the teeth in his mouth. I did't want to tell my husband that our dog was wearing his dentures but Bear was running with them, I was chasing him, and we were not being very inconspicuous. My husband is beside himself, and thinks that Bear is crazy.