Bear Hates Monday's

So, you might be wondering why I chose to name this blog "Bear Hates Monday's."

This is why:

I was getting ready for work this morning and when I went into my bedroom, there is Bear laying on the bed looking out the window with those big, sad brown eyes.

Something is different. He's bummed.

It didn't take long for me to put it all together. Bear knows when it's Monday. And he hates it.

I've always known he was observant. For years, whenever I would put on my deodorant in the morning, Bear would jump off the bed and run to the door. He knew that was the last thing I did before I took him out in the morning. He recognized the sound and ran for the door.

Since I got married, this routine has changed and he doesn't do that anymore.

Now, it seems he's picked up on Monday's. Let the pouting begin.