I like your happy bear! Many decades ago, I had a girlfriend who worked at the LA Zoo, so I spent some time there. It was the polar bear enclosure I hung around most. Those critters looked so miserable in the hot smog that I wanted to bust them out of the joint, but I had no way to transport them, and nowhere to take them that wouldn't have been worse than what they had. It was Los Angeles, after all, not prime polar bear country. They got me convinced that global warming wasn't just something for a science column! I still dream about those bears, sometimes.
I love that bear's attitude. But I'm not going to give it a hug. That is not a good idea. Blowing bubbles in my milk was a favorite thing to do at the dinner table. The response from a parents was always "drink your milk, don't play with it". SIGH. Thanks, Martini!
I chose this bear!
I like your happy bear! Many decades ago, I had a girlfriend who worked at the LA Zoo, so I spent some time there. It was the polar bear enclosure I hung around most. Those critters looked so miserable in the hot smog that I wanted to bust them out of the joint, but I had no way to transport them, and nowhere to take them that wouldn't have been worse than what they had. It was Los Angeles, after all, not prime polar bear country. They got me convinced that global warming wasn't just something for a science column! I still dream about those bears, sometimes.
I love the casual bubble-blowing, such a chill vibe.
From a distance.
Perhaps our bear blow bubbles to get her bearings?
I love that bear's attitude. But I'm not going to give it a hug. That is not a good idea. Blowing bubbles in my milk was a favorite thing to do at the dinner table. The response from a parents was always "drink your milk, don't play with it". SIGH. Thanks, Martini!