The real story of Tai Shan
Today is the twins' 11th birthday. My little loves are another year older. We celebrated with jerkies and kisses. Mom said Robbie would get his toy if he was a good boy. I told her my son is ALWAYS a good boy. Even the vet says he is a good boy, which Chancey could learn from; she has to be muzzled, much to her righteous indignation. So, while my babies and I are celebrating the roads we've travelled together in the last 11 (and, in Robbie's case, 3 years, though he probably does think about where he's been in his life before me), I thought I would post a photo gallery of Tai Shan. I think it helps you see why I insist on naming the bears in my project after these two.
Happy Friday. May the road ahead of us all be at least as happy as the road we've already traveled.