So, mom and I decided that Bear must be like a cat in the fact that he has multiple lives. When we lived in our apartment in West Memphis, Bear almost got hit by a car multiple times (we lived on a busy street and he liked to play in the road). Then we moved into our house and I have talked about our mouse problem. Bear has gotten his tongue snapped on a mouse trap and ate mouse poisoning during that occasion. But this tops it all...
Wednesday afternoon Josh and I were sitting in the living room waiting on dinner to cook and watching TV before choir practice. We knew our bedroom door was open and could hear Bear in there playing. He likes to chew on Josh's shorts that always end up in the floor (I don't know how that always happens). Anyway, we didn't think much about it. After we ate (Bear by our side, of course), we remembered that Bear never pooed when we got home from work. I have discussed this before...how Bear likes to poo under our bed. So we were getting hyped up to go look to see if he took his number two under the bed or not. When we walked in, we didn't find poo, instead we found my heating pad that I sleep on at night stretched out in the floor in two pieces!!! Bear had chewed right through the chord. We still don't know how he didn't get electrocuted. Needless to say, even though he didn't poo under the bed he still got a spanking from his daddy. 
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