Bear’s younger years, with Josie.
I don’t recall how long ago this was. Facebook tells me it was in 2009. Some co-workers had recently purchased a plot of land that was perfect for camping. Being a bunch of software and office geeks, we loved the idea of spending time in the great outdoors. Especially when it was 5 minutes away from civilization. It wasn’t long before a plan was hatched to have a campout at the new plot of land, informally called Moose Farm after their dog, Texas. (I think Moose was his nickname).
This wasn’t a great place for camping, mostly just an open field. But it worked. We set up the tents on one hill and left the rest for roaming and exploration.
The dogs had a lot of fun exploring. The…
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