Bear

Since I was born, i have always been Bear. My mom used to call me Jerra Beara, or maybe it was my dad...well, he's not around to take credit, so I think it was mom. Anyways, I have always loved that nickname. There is something amazing about that animal in general. i always fealt a sense of pride, being named after a courageous and amazing creature. Well, when I was little and we still lived in Logan, and mom worked nights at the hospital, we had a dog named Chips. Chips was a German Shepard cross, who due to her rough childhood, was crazy. We lived right across from a huge park. It was fantastic. Chips would run away almost everyday, by jumping the fence, and then freak out because she was outside the fence...she was a crazy dog. Well, like with humans, the neurotic yet attracrive one got knocked up. Well, she had her pups on Jakes bed...who exclaimed "Rats...rats there are rats in my bed!!" Bringing both myself and our faveorite babysitter, Rusty running in. The pups were all gorgous. Mom, like the rest of us, loved the pups, but there was a pain in her eyes when she saw them. She knew that with her job, and her lack of time, we couldn't keep any of them. So, when the time came, the five pups were weened and had to go. I was livid...we were giving away part of our family to complete strangers. All my little 10 or so years of intellect would allow me to think, was that Mom didn't love the puppies. Well, all of them but one had been taken. My faveorite had gone a day or so before. The one left was a cute little chubby boy. Saturday morning, I came downstairs...groggy, and sure I had heard something. i called the pup, but he didn't come. I asked mom where he was, and she said that a lady had come to take him a little while before, and that she had called me, but when I didn't answer, assumed I didn't want to have to say goodbye. I am a cryer. i will cry at any given moment if given the chance. I stormed upstairs, furious and hurt. How could she do such a thing. So, I decided that I could no longer live in that house, and I was running away. i packed my school back with the essentials...barby dolls, candy, some lipstick...only the basics, and headed out the back door. I decided I would go hide out at the park. While there, after I stopped crying, I started praying. I told God that I was angry at him and Mom. I told him every little angry thought that came to my mind. Then, he told me to go home, because my Momma was worried. So, I did...I walked back to the house, and got there just as mom was loading the boys in the car to come search for me. It was a cruelk thing for me to do, and I know that now. She hugged me, and let me cry about missing the puppies. Then, we went to Denny's and Wal-Mart...which fixed everything. When we got back home, I saw something in the back yard. I jumped out of the van...and ran to the fence. there, in the backyard, sitting staring up at me was my faveorite little girl pup. Mom decided not to argue, as it was a sign from God. So, her name became Bear. She is my dog, no question. She is stubborn and bullheaded...and a little bit butch, in as much as she is the leader of the pack. Of our 5 dogs, she is the Alpha Male...she has even conditioned herself to pee with her leg lifted. I love that dog...and now, at almost seven years old, she has calmed down a lot, but she still has that fire that I love. On a sidenote...prayer always works...when the girls ran away this week, when I finally prayed...they were home when I got here.