Knock knock... Who's there?.... Well I don't know, I haven't opened the door yet.

I got bear when she was just a newborn pup. Her parents, two Jack Russels. The mother was a crabby thing, chasing mailmen and monkeys alike. The father was a dick.
He found it quite funny to come into my house and piss on anything and everything he felt was a threat, I'm presuming he was a few ingredients shy of a full meal upstairs because to him, even my fridge was threatening.

And then we got the Great Danes.

Two horse like behemoth's arrived one day. I was later told that above breeding Jack Russells my landlords had decided giant kibble fueled shit bombarders were a great thing, to breed. Needless to say, my puppy grew up in a tough neighborhood.  So it came as no surprise when the day we moved into our new apartment she met the German Sheppard and Labrador. By digging under the fence and with no fear whatsoever, dives into the Sheppard... She didn't seem to mind, maybe she saw a little bit of herself in Bear like some cheesy Disney movie. Maybe she was just saving her for a future snack.

Every day since she waits till we go to work and then heads out into the neighborhood getting up to all kinds of crazy shit I'm sure. Every second day, there is some new arbitrary object lying in the driveway. Suspiciously close to her. Feather dusters, shoes, the cat from next door. None were spared. When we get home she is always waiting, barking like the house was on fire and doing acrobatic dog stuff... Her nights are spent in bed, with me. She scratches a lot, but then so do I so I dont judge.

Two weeks ago she came on heat, Last week she escaped captivity for around 4 hours. This week I'm expecting her to dive through a window and elope with some foreign fucking breed who's an artist and dreams of traveling the world selling his sculptures... Made out of his own feces.