Some memories of Mr Bear, my friend. He was a text book 105lb Rotti... world champ sire and state champ ***** of a mother. Champion crown and stature. I trained him completely, obiedience on lead and off, including hand signals. But most importantly he was a natural friend to those who feared his size and look. I loved to watch him make friends of people that feared him when they came in my home. A temperment, like no other.

The eight years Mr Bear was in my life, he saved my sanity and gave like no other animal i've owned. He went every where with me, including my office, loved long rides in the car, went cross country sking, backpacking, boating, swiming and out to dinner at friends.

I recall this 3yr old child of an old girlfriend walking him on his lead. He knew never to creat tension on the lead. I have a vivid image of that little girl struggling to lift his hind leg to get the lead untangled while Bear was looking at her.

Mr Bear and I use climb and straddle the top of the jungle gym in the park, while kids climbed up to pet him. He loved attention. He went down the slide, sat in the swing and would crawl across the park on his belly with the wave of my hand. He'd even play hide and seek with a sit stay command.

Sadly, he died some years back, but still walks at my side every moment of my remaining life.