[–] TheBuddha 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago (edited ago)
She will happily take a donut from my plate, but the look I get if the situation is reversed! She's also very fond of chocolate. Fortunately, I am not. I'm pretty sure that'd cost my an arm, if I tried to take some.
I've never had anyone stop here for Halloween. Yet, since she's moved in, she has me get Halloween candy. Normally, she likes expensive chocolate and says the regular stuff is gross and tastes like wax. So far, not one dish of candy has actually made it through Halloween night - and I ate none of it. By 9:00, she's covered in crushed wrappers and in a chocolate coma. It's kind of cute to see her use her paws to work open those candy bar wrappers.
Bears... What can you do?
[–] 11394219? [S] 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
Cuddle her, that's what you can do... and give her chocolate, honey, and thank the gods you live on a blueberry farm which probably is the reason why she attached to you to begin with...
[–] TheBuddha 0 points 2 points 2 points (+2|-0) ago
I've often said she's only with me for my blueberries.
Really, she's a wonderful critter and I'm grateful to have her. I spent far more years than I should have dating nothing but crazy college aged chicks. Like, well into my fifties. She showed up at a wonderful time and somehow she's still here. She's mostly sane, she's educated, she's loving, kind, and sincere.
She's just a damned bear, is my only concern.
I'm happy and grateful to have her in my life. I was getting too old for college girls anyhow.