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Bear the Brave: Standing Guard

Nikki Mastro — Tue, 21 Apr 2026 18:06:44 +0000

I stand very still when I hear a sound. My ears go up first, and then my whole body follows. There are noises everywhere if you listen hard enough. Some are big, and some are small, but I think they are all important. Because it is my job now.

Mom tells me I am brave. She says I am her good boy and that I am protecting the house. When she says that, my chest feels bigger, like I grew just a little bit taller. So I listen very carefully.

Sometimes the sound is a truck. Sometimes it is footsteps. Sometimes it is something very serious, like the UPS driver. I do not trust the UPS driver. He comes to the door as if he belongs here, but I know better.

I stand my ground and bark my loudest so he knows this is my house and my family. I am very brave in those moments.

Mom always comes to the door when I do this. She looks outside, and then she tells me I did a good job. She says thank you for protecting us. That is my favorite part. Not the barking. Not the noise. The part where she smiles at me.

I stay close after that, just to make sure everything is still safe. I check the rooms. I listen again. I watch. Because even when things are quiet, I am still on duty.

I promised I would take care of Mom and Dad. And brave boys keep their promises.

Mom’s Reflection

Bear has taken on a role I never asked him to carry, yet he steps into it with a whole heart. What looks like barking at the door is, in his world, an act of love. He is protecting us in the only way he knows how.

And yes, sometimes the “danger” is a delivery driver with a package and a schedule to keep. But to Bear, every knock matters. What matters even more is what comes after.

A word of praise. A smile. A moment of connection.

Because in that moment, my brave little boy knows he is exactly what I need him to be. And the truth is, he always has been.

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The Superpowers of Dogs

Nikki Mastro — Sun, 19 Apr 2026 23:41:20 +0000

There are moments when we look at our dogs, curled up beside us or watching us with quiet intensity, and we think we understand them. We see loyalty, companionship, and love. But every now and then, we are reminded that there is far more going on behind those gentle eyes. Science continues to reveal that our canine companions are not just living alongside us. They are experiencing a world layered with information we cannot see, hear, or even imagine.

Dogs move through what could best be described as a hidden world. Their sense of smell alone reshapes reality into something almost unrecognizable to us. Where we see a room, they smell time itself. They can detect who has been there, how long ago, what they were feeling, and even subtle chemical changes in the body. It is this extraordinary ability that allows dogs to detect illnesses such as cancer or shifts in blood sugar levels. Some can sense pregnancy, stress hormones, or the earliest signs of a medical emergency long before any human test confirms it. What feels miraculous to us is simply their normal way of understanding life.

Their hearing opens yet another dimension. Dogs can detect frequencies far beyond human range, picking up the quiet hum of electricity in the walls, the faint scurry of a mouse, or distant sounds carried through the ground. Their world is alive with signals we will never notice. Even their vision, though different from ours, holds its own quiet advantages. We often focus on the fact that dogs see fewer colors, but what they gain in return is remarkable. They see beautifully in low light, and there is growing discussion around their ability to perceive wavelengths just beyond our range, possibly even hints of infrared or ultraviolet light. It makes something as simple as a softly glowing Christmas tree in blue and yellow feel even more meaningful, as though we are finally trying to meet them where they already are.

And then there is their awareness of the environment itself. Dogs are finely tuned to changes in barometric pressure, infrasound, and even the subtle shifts within the earth. Long before a storm arrives or the ground begins to move, many dogs are already aware. They may become restless, alert, or quietly attentive to something we cannot yet perceive. It is not magic. It is sensitivity at a level we have long since lost.

Perhaps even more extraordinary is their ability to read us. Dogs do not just see our expressions. They interpret our emotions through scent, body language, and micro-expressions that pass too quickly for us to notice. They can detect fear, sadness, and joy through chemical changes in our bodies. They know when we are struggling, even when we try to hide it. And often, without being asked, they respond. A head resting gently on your knee. A quiet presence at your side. A soft nudge that says you are not alone.

This deep awareness carries over into how dogs share space with us, especially during sleep. What appears to be simple companionship is actually something much more profound. Dogs do not just sleep beside us. They watch over us. Rooted in ancient pack instincts, they position themselves strategically, sometimes near the door, sometimes close enough to feel our breathing. They move in and out of light sleep, scanning, listening, and checking their surroundings. Even at rest, they are present.

At the same time, something beautiful happens between species. When a dog sleeps close to their person, their heart rate and breathing can begin to synchronize. There is a quiet exchange of chemistry. Oxytocin rises, stress decreases, and both human and dog settle into a deeper sense of calm. For the dog, this closeness reinforces a sense of purpose and belonging. For us, it often brings comfort we cannot quite explain. It is a connection in its purest form.

Over time, dogs learn us in ways that feel almost impossible. They memorize our routines, anticipate our movements, and understand the rhythm of our lives. They know when we are about to leave, when we are coming home, and when we need them most. Their loyalty is not passive. It is active, attentive, and deeply rooted in a bond that has been evolving for thousands of years.

When we pause to consider all of this, it becomes clear that the dog resting beside us is not just a pet. They are companions with abilities that extend far beyond our own. They are protectors, observers, and emotional partners navigating a world far richer than the one we perceive.

And maybe that is what makes them so extraordinary. They live in this expanded reality, yet they choose to anchor themselves to us. They meet us in our limited world with patience, love, and unwavering presence. In doing so, they remind us that there is more to life than what we can see. Sometimes, the greatest wonders are already sitting quietly at our side, simply waiting for us to notice.

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I am Bear the Brave

Nikki Mastro — Fri, 17 Apr 2026 20:15:48 +0000

I was just taking a little nap on my couch. The sun was coming in through the windows, warm and soft on my fur. I rested my head and closed my eyes, just for a minute.

But then something exciting started to happen.

I was not on the couch anymore.

I was in my backyard. But it was not the same backyard. The grass shimmered like it had tiny sparkles in it, and the air smelled like adventure. The trees stood taller, and everything felt bigger, like a very important place.

That is when I saw it.

A dragon.

It was green and a little wiggly, with bright eyes and a tail that swished back and forth. It made a funny sound, not too loud, but enough to make my ears perk up. For a moment, I felt a tiny bit unsure.

But then I remembered something.

I am Bear.

And sometimes, I am Bear the Brave.

I stood up tall on my paws. I did not run away. I took a step forward, then another. My heart was beating fast, but I kept going. Being brave does not mean you are never scared.

It means you keep going anyway.

The dragon came closer, and I gave my best strong bark. Not a mean bark. A brave bark. The kind that says, “I am here, and I will take care of things.”

The dragon paused.

Then something surprising happened.

It wagged its tail.

I tilted my head. Maybe this dragon was not here to be scary. Maybe it just needed someone brave enough to say hello first.

So I stepped a little closer. The dragon wiggled again, softer this time, and I knew everything was going to be okay. We stood there together in my backyard, two very brave creatures, sharing the sunshine.

And just like that, the adventure felt peaceful.

Then I felt something soft again.

The couch.

The quiet house.

The warm sun.

My paws gave a tiny wiggle, and maybe I made a little sound. But I was not scared. I was finishing my very important dream.

I opened my eyes just a little, and everything was calm.

I think I did a very good job.

Because I am Bear.

And sometimes… I am Bear the Brave.

Bear’s Corner:

Stories from a little golden retriever doing his best to take care of his people.

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Baby Bear’s Story: “Am I Doing My Job?”

Nikki Mastro — Sat, 28 Mar 2026 23:35:00 +0000

Hi. It’s me. Baby Bear.

I know I’m not really a baby anymore. Mom says I am almost four, and that sounds big. But sometimes I still feel small inside, especially when the house feels quiet in a way it didn’t before.

I have a job now. It is a very important job. My job is to take care of Mom and Dad. I did not know how to do this job at first. When Uncle Teddy went away, everything felt strange. I walked around looking for him. I checked his favorite spots and waited, just in case he came back.

Then I looked at Mom, and I could tell she needed me.

So now I stay close. I follow her from room to room and sit by her feet. I watch her hands and listen for her voice. If she moves, I move too. I think that is part of my job, to make sure she is never alone.

Sometimes I bring her my ball because I know that makes people smile. Sometimes I lean my head on her leg like this. That is one of my best ideas. When I do that, she puts her hand on my head and says, “Good boy, Bear.” I like those words more than anything.

But sometimes I wonder if I am doing it right. I look up at her and try to be very still so she can see how hard I am trying. I want her to know I am here. I want her to feel safe. I want her to smile again.

I miss Uncle Teddy, too. He was very good at this job. I am still learning how to do it the right way, but I made him a promise. I told him I would take care of Mom and Dad.

So every day I try again. I stay close. I listen. I love them the best way I know how. And when Mom touches my head and tells me I am a good boy, I think maybe I am doing my job after all.

Mom’s Reflection

He looks at me with those soft, searching eyes, as if he is asking a question his heart already knows the answer to.

Am I doing enough?

What he does not yet understand is that his presence alone is more than enough. His quiet loyalty, his gentle watchfulness, and the way he leans in without being asked are healing in ways words cannot reach.

He is not replacing Teddy. He is becoming himself.

And who he is is exactly what we need.

Every soft gaze, every step at my side, every moment he chooses love over fear tells me that he is not just doing his job.

He is carrying us forward.

I love you, my baby, Bear!

And oh, how proud Teddy would be.

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Two Yellow Balls

Nikki Mastro — Fri, 20 Mar 2026 22:47:27 +0000

Oh hi. It’s me, Baby Bear.

Today was a two-yellow-ball day. Those are my favorite kinds of days because it means Summer and I both get to be important at the same time. I had my ball, and she had her ball, and we lay in the grass as we worked very hard to earn them. Which we did. Running is very serious work.

The grass was soft and a little cool under my belly. I like that feeling. It makes me want to stay still for just a minute, even though I don’t stay still very long. Summer was next to me, holding her ball like it was the best ball in the whole world. I think she thinks that every time. I think that about mine too.

Sometimes I look at her ball and wonder if it might actually be better than mine.

That is called a problem.

But today I decided to be a good boy. I stayed with my own ball. I chewed it a little, carried it around, and then lay down again, like I was posing for something important. Mom had that look on her face like she was smiling with her eyes. That means we are doing a good job.

These yellow balls are special. I remember Uncle Teddy, loved them very much. I think he would have liked watching us today. I think he would have told us we were doing it right.

Maybe he would have taken both balls. Just to make sure.

When the sun gets warm, and the yard is quiet, I feel like he is still here in a soft way. Not running like us, but watching. Making sure I am taking care of Mom and Dad as I promised. I try very hard to do my job, even when I am playing.

Summer doesn’t know all of that. She just knows how to have fun. She smiles with her whole face, and her tongue falls out, and she makes everything feel easy. I like that about her. She helps me remember that playing is part of my job too.

So we lay there together, two dogs, two yellow balls, and one very big sky above us.

I think Teddy would have liked this day.

I know I did.

Mom’s Reflection

There are moments when I watch Bear and Summer together, and I feel two things at once. Joy and remembrance. Joy in the life unfolding right in front of me, and remembrance of the life that shaped so much of what we still carry forward.

Those yellow balls are more than toys in our home. They are little pieces of Teddy. He loved them with such focus and determination, as if each one held a purpose only he fully understood. Watching Bear now, lying in the grass with his own ball, I see echoes of Teddy in him. Not the same, never the same, but connected in a quiet and beautiful way.

Bear is still my little boy. Playful, curious, sometimes mischievous, always trying. But there is something new in him, too. A softness mixed with responsibility. As if he understands, in his own way, that he is helping to carry love forward.

Summer brings out his lightness. She reminds him, and me, that joy still belongs here. That laughter and play are not things we leave behind when we grieve, but things that help us keep going.

And maybe that is what healing looks like. Not moving on, but moving forward while still holding on. A yard filled with sunshine. Two dogs resting in the grass. Two yellow balls. And the quiet presence of a soul dog who taught us how to love in the first place.

Every day is a humbling day.

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Bear and Dog TV

Nikki Mastro — Wed, 11 Mar 2026 00:34:49 +0000

Hi everybody.

It’s me.

Bear.

I have something very important to tell you about.

Mom says it’s called Dog TV, but I think it should just be called Bear TV because I am very good at watching it.

At first, I didn’t understand the big glowing window in the family room. Sometimes it shows people talking, and sometimes it shows loud things that don’t make any sense. When that happens, I usually bring Mom my green ball because clearly the television needs better programming.

But then one day something amazing happened.

The screen filled up with yellow flowers.

And birds.

And running dogs.

And everything moved slowly and peacefully like a giant backyard.

Suddenly, my ears went up.

My tail got a little higher.

And I thought to myself, “Wait a minute… this is a show made for ME.”

Mom explained that dogs see colors differently from humans. We see the world mostly in blues and yellows. That means the people who made Dog TV were very smart, because they filled the screen with things that catch my attention.

Yellow flowers.
Golden grass.
Dogs running across fields.

Basically, the color of snacks and sunshine.

So now when Mom turns it on, I stand very still and watch carefully. I am not just watching for fun. I am also doing important research.

For example:

Are those birds coming closer?
Is that dog running toward my house?
Is there any chance a tennis ball might come out of the screen?

So far, the tennis ball has not appeared, but I remain hopeful.

Mom laughs when she sees me standing there like a little scientist studying nature.

But I am not just watching TV.

I am protecting the house from television birds.

I am supervising the dogs in the meadow.

And I am making sure everything in the glowing window is behaving properly.

It is a very serious responsibility.

But I am happy to do it.

Because making Mom smile is part of my job!

And also because the yellow flowers are really pretty.

Okay.

That is all for now.

I have to go check if the birds came back.

Love,
Bear

A Note from Mom

Watching Bear discover Dog TV was one of those small moments that quietly remind you how fascinating dogs really are. The programs are designed using colors dogs see best, particularly yellows and blues, along with gentle motion and natural scenes.

The result is a golden retriever standing in the middle of the family room, completely absorbed in a field of flowers on a television screen.

It makes me wonder what the world truly looks like through his eyes.

Whatever he is seeing, it clearly brings him joy.

And that brings joy to me.

Bear’s Corner

Life lessons from a very good boy who is still learning his important job.

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Playgroup: The Ball Heist

Nikki Mastro — Sun, 08 Mar 2026 19:11:34 +0000

Playgroup started the way it often does at our house.

With Bear committing a crime.

The backyard was barely settled when Bear spotted Summer’s ball. Not just any ball. Her ball. The one she had carefully marked with just enough slobber to make it unmistakably hers.

Naturally, Bear stole it.

Off he went across the yard, looping behind the greenhouses like a furry comet with Summer racing after him. This is Bear’s favorite sport. He is not interested in taking ownership of the ball. He is interested in owning the chase.

Summer, being an extremely intelligent dog, immediately identifies the correct ball among the two yellow ones I hand out. Within seconds, she has claimed the one that’s hers.

Which, of course, confirms to Bear that he must steal it again.

The video shows him tearing across the grass, ears flying, tail up, Summer close behind.

At one point, he runs straight toward me, pauses dramatically, and collapses into the grass as if to say:

“Whew. That was exhausting.”

Then just as suddenly, he springs back up and charges off again toward Anthony and Summer, the game far from over.

Eventually, all great athletic competitions must pause for refreshments.

Inside the family room, the athletes are rewarded with kibble treats and a special snack. Peanut butter cake made for the dogs and topped with banana ice cream. Not the human kind of ice cream. The kind that says, “Yes, I am a very spoiled dog, and I accept this as my normal standard of living.”

After the snack break, the wrestling resumes.

Anthony plays with both dogs while they tumble and bounce through the room, each taking turns being the champion and the challenger. One especially sweet moment shows them sitting together facing me.

Summer is in front, panting happily after her efforts.

Bear sits just behind her, calm for a moment, watching the world like a slightly larger golden shadow.

The video ends the same way it began.

Bear is running toward me with a yellow ball in his mouth.

Summer is close behind.

Two tired dogs. Two happy dogs. And a backyard that had been quiet all week finally filled again with the joyful noise of play.

A Small Reflection from Mom

Today was a playgroup day.

Bear and Summer ran, wrestled, stole balls from each other, and devoured their peanut butter cake like the athletes they believed themselves to be.

Today, the backyard was full of running paws again, and I think Teddy would’ve liked that.

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Bear’s Corner: My Green Ball Job

Nikki Mastro — Fri, 06 Mar 2026 20:35:57 +0000

Hi everybody. It’s me, Bear.

Mom says I have an important job now. She says my job is to help make Mom and Dad smile again.

I am trying very hard to learn my new job.

One thing I know how to do really well is my green ball game. I used to do this when my Uncle Teddy was here, too. Every night when we watched TV together, I would bring Mom my green ball.

I put it right on her lap so she could see it.

The green ball has a little hole in it. Mom puts some kibble treats inside. Then she rolls the ball across the floor, and I chase it really fast.

Sometimes I pounce on it like a wild animal.

Then I chew on it and push it with my paws until the treats come out. This part takes concentration. I am very serious about it.

When the treats are gone, I bring the ball right back to Mom.

I drop it on her lap again so she knows it is time to refill the ball. Mom laughs when I do this. Dad laughs too sometimes.

That means I did my job right.

Mom says routines are important. I don’t know what that word means, but I think it means doing the same good things every day so everybody feels safe.

I miss my Uncle Teddy, and so do Mom and Dad.

So I bring the green ball again.

And again.

Because making Mom and Dad smile is part of my new job.

And I am a very good boy.

Love, Bear

A Note from Mom:

Watching Bear bring that bright green ball to my lap each evening has taken on new meaning in our home. What once felt like a playful routine between two dogs and two humans now feels like a quiet act of love.

Bear does not understand grief the way we do. But he understands connection, routine, and the small rituals that make a family feel whole. The green ball game has become his way of restoring a little normalcy to our evenings.

When he drops that ball onto my lap with complete confidence that the game will begin again, I realize he is teaching us something important. Life moves forward not in big dramatic moments, but in the gentle repetition of familiar love.

And in this house, the green ball still rolls across the floor each night.

Because Bear is doing his job.

And he is doing it beautifully.

Life lessons from a very good boy who is still learning his important job.

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My Promise to Uncle Teddy

Nikki Mastro — Wed, 04 Mar 2026 01:54:21 +0000

Hi. My name is Bear.

Mom calls me Baby Bear even though I am not really a baby anymore. I am a golden retriever, and I like to run fast, play with toys, and carry sticks that are much bigger than they should be.

I used to live with my super cool Uncle Teddy.

Uncle Teddy was very wise. Mom sometimes called him Dr. Teddy because he understood everything. He walked slowly and looked at the world like he was thinking very big thoughts.

I mostly liked to chase balls.

Uncle Teddy and I were very different, but we loved each other very much.

Then one day everything changed.

The house felt quiet and strange. Mom and Dad were very sad. I did not understand what was happening at first, but I could feel that something was wrong. Dogs can feel those things.

I looked for Uncle Teddy.

I checked his bed.
I walked through the kitchen.
I went into the backyard.

But he was not there.

For a little while, I felt scared. I stayed very close to Mom. Sometimes she hugged me, and I could feel her tears in my fur.

She kept telling me, “Bear, I love you so much. I need you.”

So I stayed with her.

Sometimes I sit next to Mom while she works. Sometimes I follow Dad around the house to make sure he is okay. I think that is part of my job now.

Before Uncle Teddy left, I think he told me something very important.

Not with words, because dogs do not need many words.

But I felt it in my heart.

He told me to take care of Mom and Dad.

So that is what I am doing.

I still play with my toys because Uncle Teddy would want that. Sometimes I run around the backyard as fast as I can, and the wind makes my ears flap. Mom laughs when she sees me, and that makes me happy.

Sometimes I stop and look around, just for a moment, because I still miss him.

But I am not scared anymore.

Mom tells me I am a very good boy.

And I promised my Uncle Teddy that I will do my very best to take care of our family.

So I will keep playing.
I will keep loving.
I will keep watching over Mom and Dad.

That is my promise.

Love,
Baby Bear

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National Golden Retriever Day

Nikki Mastro — Sun, 08 Feb 2026 21:48:38 +0000

Teddy & Bear Moments

There are some mornings when the light feels softer before I even open the shutters.

I know why.

Because before the coffee finishes brewing… before the news scrolls across my phone… before the world has a chance to feel heavy… I am greeted by two golden faces who believe, with absolute certainty, that this day holds joy.

That is the gift of living with Golden Retrievers.

And Saturday, February 7th, 2026, was National Golden Retriever Day; it feels only right to pause and honor the breed that has given me so much companionship, comfort, laughter, and unconditional love.

Living Sunbeams in Fur Coats

Golden Retrievers have often been called “sunshine dogs,” and anyone who has lived with one understands why.

They carry warmth into rooms without trying.

They greet strangers like old friends.

They forgive instantly.

They love deeply.

Teddy, with his thoughtful eyes and philosopher’s soul, often seems to study the world as if he were gathering wisdom to share.

Bear, my joyful comic, believes every sock is a treasure and every morning is Christmas.

Together, they remind me daily that happiness does not have to be complicated.

Sometimes it is as simple as a wagging tail and a wet nose pressed gently into your hand.

The Heart of the Family

Golden Retrievers are not just pets.

They are emotional anchors.

They sense sadness before we speak it.

They sit closer when we are quiet.

They celebrate our return home as if we have been gone for years, even if it was only a trip to the mailbox.

There is a steadiness to them.

A reliability of affection.

A promise that, no matter how the outside world behaves, inside your home, love will be waiting.

Gentle Souls, Strong Spirits

Bred initially as sporting and retrieving dogs, Goldens are athletic, intelligent, and eager to please.

But what stands out most is their temperament.

They are patient with children.

Kind to other animals.

Intuitive with older people.

It is why they are so often chosen as:

Therapy dogs
Service dogs
Search and rescue partners
Emotional support companions

They do not just perform tasks.

They connect heart to heart.

Life Through Golden Eyes

Living with Golden Retrievers changes the rhythm of your life in the best possible way.

You walk more.

You laugh more.

You photograph more.

You notice light more because they chase it across the grass.

You notice seasons more because they celebrate snow, leaves, and sunbeams with equal enthusiasm.

They pull us into the present moment.

Not yesterday.

Not tomorrow.

Now.

A Personal Reflection

When I look at Teddy and Bear, I do not just see dogs.

I see teachers.

They remind me to greet the day gently.

To forgive quickly.

To rest when tired.

To play when joy calls.

They remind me that love does not need words to be felt deeply.

And perhaps that is their greatest gift of all.

Celebrating the Breed Today

If you share your life with a Golden Retriever, every day is a beautiful excuse to celebrate them.

Extra biscuits.

Longer walks.

More photos.

A favorite toy.

Or simply sitting beside them, hand resting on warm fur, grateful for their presence.

Because the truth is, they celebrate us every single day.

Closing Reflection

As I sit with my morning coffee, Teddy at my feet and Bear watching for falling crumbs, I am reminded that life feels lighter in golden company.

The world can be loud.

The news can be heavy.

But love, in its purest form, sometimes arrives on four paws with kind eyes and a wagging tail.

And that is something worth honoring not just today, but every day.

Happy National Golden Retriever Day to all who share their hearts with these beautiful souls.

Teddy & Bear

From the Boys

Teddy says today should include quiet reflection, extra brushing, and at least one philosophical gaze out the window.

Bear would like it noted that National Golden Retriever Day requires:

Two treat minimum
One sock retrieval mission
Unlimited scratchies
Immediate celebration if the treat jar opens

Both agree it is a significant holiday and should be observed with enthusiasm.

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Bear’s Corner – I Don't Know All The Answers

Bear the Brave: Standing Guard

Mom’s Reflection

The Superpowers of Dogs

I am Bear the Brave

Bear’s Corner:

Baby Bear’s Story: “Am I Doing My Job?”

Mom’s Reflection

Two Yellow Balls

Mom’s Reflection

Bear and Dog TV

Love,Bear

A Note from Mom

Bear’s Corner

Playgroup: The Ball Heist

A Small Reflection from Mom

Bear’s Corner: My Green Ball Job

Love, Bear

A Note from Mom:

My Promise to Uncle Teddy

Love,Baby Bear

National Golden Retriever Day

Living Sunbeams in Fur Coats

The Heart of the Family

Gentle Souls, Strong Spirits

Life Through Golden Eyes

A Personal Reflection

Celebrating the Breed Today

Closing Reflection

Teddy & Bear

Love,
Bear

Love,
Baby Bear