WARNING: This blog is ritten in Bear English, wich is phonetic. An that is mor than yu can say abowt the werd "phonetic".

Friday, April 06, 2007

Teething habits

Yesterday's scores:

  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: no
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10/10 hooray!
  • Day Score: 8/10
HULLO NOT-A-BEARS!

I've had an enquiry abowt my teeth, from Beth, in Missouri. First nails, now teeth. Hmmm... I'm beginning to wonder if she is checkin me over to match me up wiv sumwun...

Enyway, she writes:

Are you a good bear and brush your teeth daily? My little
granddaughter (addie) wanted to ask you that. She also asked if you have a special
toothbrush because she has a Little Mermaid toothbrush...


Donna! Onnistly! Arsking a Bear if he's good is like arsking a skunk if he smells. OK not the best comparison but yu get the idea. Or COURSE I'm good. An I hav to luk arfter my teeth or I wuddent be abol to eat Choklit Peanuts.

Addie's toothbrush sownds like wun Dilly wud like. I do have my own, as it happens, an yes, it is very speshol becos it featchures the lovley Lisa from The Simpsons. Heer's a pic ov me waiting owtside the bathroom for mummy to stop faffing arownd with face masks an stuff. (She duzz that becos of spots, but I keep telling her, they don't werk fer long: soon as she takes them off yu can see the spots agen.)

Photo: Onnistly, women! They shud leave a bench owtside the bathroom for the queue to sit on.

Here's a better shot of my deliteful toothbrush:


Photo: Ahhhh the luvley Lisa. She's luvley, yu know....

On ferst inspekshun it might seem rarther large fer a Small Bear. But I yews it as a normal brush, most of the time, for my fur, and then just nibble at the end wiv my teeth. Then I hav a kwick gargle wiv Ginger Ale an that's me dun. If ownly Mummy's ablushons wer as fast.

Speaking of ablushons, Daddy went to church tonight. Wunce a year they go on a Thirsday night an 12 of them get their feet washed. I arsked Daddy if they got him this year, but they didn't. So we'll hav to wait another 12 months for his feet to get washed. Mum sed that was sgusting. Girls can be soooo fussy.

Bye fer now!

16 comments:

Deb said...

hey b.t. I'm just here taking a peek since you visit my wee blog so regulary...thought it was only customary. You are so hilarious with your comments...you always make my day. Happy Easter and keep on checking in. Love your blog too, greetings all the way from Canada, eh?

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

Hullo there!
"Making Peace With Toilet Paper" was such a good name for a blog, I had to go and investigate :@}

Say hi to the Canada Bears for me, when you see one. My Great Uncle Abbot is a Canadian Grizzly, you know.

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B.T.Bear Esq. said...

Oh dear- my first SPAM comment. OK. Sorry folks, that means I'll have to impose the dreaded Letter Recognition software from now on. My blog is just too highly informative for spam.

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

testing testing...

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black feline said...

hi b.t..thanks for popping by..great blog...u should join the Muppets...lol Im actually inspired...hunting for a black feline soft toy..

Chalkhills Collective said...

Bob, do you floss too? Chalky

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

No, I'm afraid I don't floss, Chalky.

Neither does Mummy- she uses a water jet thing in between all her teeth and GOD HELP YOU IF YOU GET CAUGHT IN THE BATHROOM WHILE SHE'S USING IT cos you'll get absolutely SOAKED.

I did try floss once. But it was taking ages. It kept getting knotted in my fur. Then I got distracted an started to think about spaghetti bolognaisse. The subsequent choking incident is one I'd rather forget.

Bob :@r

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

Hullo Black Feline!

Your blog makes me feel hungry.

NO NO NO I don't mean the photo of the cute sparrow. I mean the Masala Room.

MmmmMMMmmmMMMmmmmMMmmmmm yum.

Slurp.

Bob :@}

Spauld and Ted said...

Hey, there! No black feline eating allowed -- ever! Teddy's son is a black feline, of the boy persuation, so no black feline eating allowed!

And, on that note, since Easter is Sunday -- no bunny rabbit eating allowed either. (Hausenfeifer was so good, but we had to give it up.) Teddy married a bunny rabbit, so no bunny rabbit eating either -- even if the bunny is chocolate (mmmmmm, chocolate bunnies...no, No, NONONO) No bunny rabbit eating or black feline eating allowed!

And, just in case you are weirder then we fear, also no stuffed doggy eating either, or polar teddy bears or any teddy bears! Eat eggs and chicks for Easter, not bunny rabbits!

OK, back to hunting for that Easter rabbit, again. (We're sure he has a big stash of candy and is holding out on us....)

With that,
Happy Easter!

Your Beary Buddies,
Teddy T. and Spaulding T. Bears

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

I didn't mean I wanted to eat a black feline!!! Mr Scooter is a black feline!!! (mind you, he's so fat, it'd take you a month of Sundays...)
NO no no!
I meant chicken tikka masala! MmmmmMMmmmMMMmmmmmMMmmmMMmm....

Anonymous said...

Just how many teeth do have Bob? and do bears ever get cavities and have to go to the dentist?

A fellow choklit peanut eater
Beth, Mum of Seabass

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

Beth, every time I count them I get a diffrent number. This is becos it tickles my tongue an I start giggling. Hey ho! Let's just say I hav a mouthful.

I'll arnswer the one about dentists in a post.

Bob :@}

margaret said...

You do look very fetching in your own towel there!

B.T.Bear Esq. said...

))))blush((((

Gosh, thank you, Margaret.