Mr. Bear is blowing his coat in preparation for winter, so I’m brushing him a lot lately, and the house constantly looks like a hairnado hit it.
What I said: “Who did this to the carpet? It was you, wasn’t it?”
What he heard: “Are you ready to go for a WALK?!”
He’s unconcerned with the condition of the carpet and I can’t resist that face, so we went for a walk.