Happy St. Patrick's Day from Sweetbrier Spa and Resort!

Brumby bear looking spiffy in his St. Patty's day attire.

Mr. Buzzfuzz, something of a cynical bearrister.

Happy St. Patrick's Day from the spa!!!

Brumby bear's spa day continues...

Before his facial and mani/pedi...

and after.

A little teddy bear yoga to exercise the limbs.

Relaxing on the porch after a long day:).

Harley Persists

“Harley! I am quite serious! I’ve no time for your nonsense! Leave now!”

“Hobbs, old chap, don’t get your mohair in a fluff. I’ve done nothing seriously wrong, to speak of, and I must say I am hurt at the inference that I’ve only come to escape some unpleasant situation. Besides, you’ve nothing to fear. I’ll not embarrass you or reveal anything to compromise your situation here.”

“That is the most truthful statement I've heard. You will not compromise anything here because you are leaving, NOW!”

The rattling of carriage wheels coming up the drive alerted Hobbs of the  Bearton’s arrival. Realizing he hadn’t time to deal with his brother he acquiesced.

“Very well Harley, go downstairs and we will chat over a pot of tea.”

“I knew you’d come round ole brother bear of mine. By the way, where do you keep the honey?”

“NO HONEY! Just wait downstairs and I’ll be there shortly.”

“Fine, no need to get huffy.”

Harley started for the back stairs when he heard Hobbs open the front door, greeting the Beartons.

Peeking from the hallway, Harley beheld the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. 

Her shimmering white fur and sparkling eyes infiltrated his very soul.

“Miss Georgianna, Mr. Steerforth, welcome home. I hope the ball was a great success.”

“Indeed it was Hobbs, thank you. It’s a bit chilly outside so a pot of tea would be nice, please.”

“Of course, sir.”

Hobbs hurried from the room to the kitchen downstairs; however, when he entered it was empty. His fur bristled and his heart palpitated within his chest.

“Where on earth did that blasted bear go now?” he mumbled to himself.

Please Welcome Brumby Bear!!!

Brumby Bear arrived today via manilla envelope by way of commercial post.

After a grueling excursion he arrived at the Sweetbriar Resort and Spa where he will reside for a few weeks. Here he is in the spa's Jungle Room waiting for a cocktail, a Beary Daiquiri:).

Brumby chatting with new acquaintances while waiting for his intake consultation.

Relaxing, he awaits word of his schedule for the next few weeks. The first order of business is a Woolite aroma therapy cleansing exfoliation treatment followed by a fluff and dry. His eye replacement therapy will begin in the near future once a set of buttons is selected that suits his personality and fur color.

Stay tuned for more on Brumby's spa stay and upcoming adventures...

The Bear; When Mothers and Daughters Shop...

As you will soon discover, my mother and I are a dangerous pair when it comes to teddy bears (and antique photos, books, tea, stuffed animals, wine...well, you get the idea:). As I surfed ebay this evening I stumbled across this poor little bear. With only a few minutes left in the auction, he was bid-less. I phoned my mother (not a good idea as we get into trouble when shopping, especially when our heartstrings are tugged by an eyeless, worn, and beloved teddy bear) and told her to check him out. Before you knew it we were bidding on the little guy and counting down the seconds (yes, over the phone) until the auction closed and he was ours. So, in approximately a week or so (it may be longer as he is traveling from the icy tundra formerly known as Wisconsin) he will arrive at his new abode. His ongoing adventures will be posted on this bloodspot as well as FB.  Until we meet him face to snout he will be referred to as 'the bear.'