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Friday, February 15, 2008

Mulligan's farewell...

Yesterday's scores:
  • Gills: no
  • Simpsons: yes
  • Tesco: yes: Daddy left me sum spendin munny wen he went away, so I spent it on pants (bloo) an choklit biskits (brown).
  • Nose Hugs Surprizisity Score: 10 they wernt expektin that /10
  • Day Score: 7.956176853597816/10


Well heer ar the fotoes ov Mulligan's larst few hours wiv us. He travold to Ireland wiv Daddy on Wendzday an haz gon to liv wiv Granny-Ireland. Mulligan is kwite old an likes golf an waz lookin fer sumware to retire whare he can sleep, eet soda bred wiv hunny on top, an play golf. Granny-Ireland duzz golf, maykes soda bred, an haz lots ov cumfy chaires, so we thort that she wud be an ace adopter for him......

Ferstly I rote a Letter Ov Intrerdukshun for him to giv to Granny. It waz in my best paw-wrytin:

Next, we had the offishul groop-foto:

"Com on!" sed Mulligan, "That's too hard to sit on!"

Sumwun showtid "Bear Bundol !!!!" an we awl huggd.

Hold on! Wat's Mulligan seen?

A raynebow had come into the room to joyne in wiv us!

........thare waz wun on the seeling, too.

Next we helpt Mulli find his ID for the playne:

I helpt Mulli settol down in Daddy's soootcayse.... I mayde shor he had sum cleen pants to snuggol up in:

.........a box ov choklits an sum intrestin readin fer the jerney:

...an the letter ov intrerdukshun:

I've spoken to Daddy on the fone since, an he sez that Mulli iz settlin in kwite well. He haz allreddy fownd the biskits. (Mulli, not Daddy. Tho he wazent far behind.)

Wen Granny got up fer brekfust yesterday mornin, she fownd Mulligan sittin in her playse at the kitchen tabol wiv his letter. She sed she waz very pleezd he had come to stay an haz fownd a compartment for him in her golf bag, so he is hopin to get a few rownds in soon. Daddy sed he will tayke a few pikchers befor he comes home tomorro...

I'm shor heel be fine. Snff. Snnnffff snfffff sf.

Bye fer now!

Farewell, Mulligan Tyre!


Chalkhills Collective said...

Snuffle, snuffle. Bon Voyage Mr M.


Julie said...

Did you know there is a pot of gold at the end of the raynbo? Lucky you to hav one in your lownj. I loved your bear bundol. It looks fun! You carftered Mulli very well for his jerney.

A.Bananna said...

ahhhh. That was so nice you wrote a letter to granny. you are such a good little bear!!

my bears do not have names yet...I think they are shy. maybe they do not have names...do you have any ideas?? one is a girl and the other is a boy.

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


Henry an Cleo?

Not shor.

HE did look like a Henry, tho.


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


I kno. I waz kwite sad to see him go.....

Never mind. I'l see him nex time weer over thare.

I wonder if heel send a postcard?


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


Yes. I waz hopin fer a pot ov golden crunch biskits.

Bear Bundols ar grayte fun. They're like serprize hugs that evrywun thinks ov at wunce.



Harry said...

I'm sure Mulligan will soon be most at home with Granny Ireland, and hopefully send you a postcard or email from time to time.
Toodle pip
Harry x

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Hallo Harry!

I enjoyd yor videos but waz disappoyntid not to see lots ov bum sniffin. I thort all dogs wer bum sniffers. But I am oviussly rong an airedales ar oviussly abuv that sorta thing.



Mulligan Tyre said...

Top of the mornin' to yer, young Bob.

'Tis grand to be here in the ould country, an' the Guinness is a fine pint so it is. Oi'm after finishin' off the biscuits, and a wee drop o' poitin to wash it down. 'Tis a soft day, an' the craic is grand. They say it might stop rainin' tomorrow for a wee round of golf, and it might just do that now. Don't be after worryin' yer wee head about me: Oi'll be grand so Oi will. There's soda bread an' whiskey an' tatties to be had, an' when a bear is as ould as Oi am, that's all he needs, so it is. You'll be over in the next holidays an' all, so that'll be grand so it will. Take care o' the ould bear clan, now, and don't be after gettin' into mischief.

Good luck to yer, Bob.

Alex L said...

I'm sure it wont be the last time you see each other Bob. Chin up ol devil.

Edmund (the explorer) Nesbitt said...

Morning Bob!
Ah Farewells eh?
He sounds as though he has found his feet, to be sure.
Good job you have had experience in getting the documents ready for the journey, this is what I am doing at the mo.

Speak soon.

Ms. Creek said...

ahhh, you are going to miss mulli, aren't you?

that was a very good letter you wrote, and it sure explained to gramma about mulli!

the photos were great. you could sure tell dilly has a long nose in that first one!


Dr Zibbs said...


i beati said...

Such pathos and adventure GodspeedMulligan !!!

Rachelle said...

I'm quite sure Mulligan and Granny were made for each other like tea and honey, or hotchocolate and marshmallows, or choklit biskits and, well, milk....

*runs out of the room and starts banging around in the kitchen*

'crunch, munch, crackle'
Sorry, I made myself hungry!!

(((hugs))) and I bet Mulligan misses you too!

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


Daddy got bak this arfternoon. I'd not long been in meself, as I'd been off sledging wiv Asta an Koobuss.

I'm glad yor OK. We all miss yu here, speshly Grayum. He rekkons yu dident finish the Andy Williams v. Perry Como diskushun.

ENyway, Mull, go eesy on that Ginness stuff. It can affekt yor swing, yu kno.

Speek to yu soon!

Nose hugs!


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Alex L,

Yeahhhhss.... I think the nex time we can go to Ireland will be the summer.

Granny Ireland waz on the fone erlier, an sez sheez fownd a playse fer him in her golf bag an they'll be off soon fer a gayme.


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


Yor gettin stuff reddy allreddy? (oo I went a bit dizzy wen I sed that.)

Gosh. I dident think yu wer off till the summer-? I shall hav to come over an hav a chin-wag wiv yu abowt it all befor yu go.


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Ms Creek,

Oh dear!

Daddy bort a salt & pepper set from Ireland for yu, an Dilly is carfterin it. But now she sez she won't send it cos yu sed she had a big nose wen she hassent, apparently, she has a SMALL nose on a long snowt.


(The fakt that I agree wiv yu is nothing to do wiv it hahahahahaa...)


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Dr Zibbs,

Wy, thankyu!


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


Hallo there!

It troolly waz paythos indeed. Snff.


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


or woods an bear poo!



yu mayde Mummy larf agen!


Ms. Creek said...

(psssst....BTB? sneak those S&Ps away from dilly for me, would ya please?)

BumbleVee said...

I've managed to build a sno bear now Bob... just that life and searching for a a new microwave oven kinda took precedence yesterday... it just quit. The microwave..not life...

Choklits ... .. I did leave one or two for you...

I see old Mulli has settled in pretty quickly..biscuits and whiskey will do that.... lol .

Asta said...

I'm so glad you wewe able to join us fow the ski pawty..evewyone loved you and i'm twuly sowwy about Stella nibbling youw eaw, but that giwl is uncontwollable and she means no hawm..I hope you'we OK!
did you wawm up finally sitting up by the chimney of the fiweplace at Gussie's birfday pawty??
I hope so
smoochie kisses

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Ms Creek,

I'll try, but she keeps them neer her, an sleeps wiv her eyes open.


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


Hurrayyyy! Did yu put a foto ov the snow bear on yor blog? I'm gonna nip over there an hav a look!

We had to get a new microwave larst yeer- Mummy blew the larst wun up. She tryd to defrost a choklit cayke in it an it cort fire.


B.T.Bear (esq.) said...


It waz grayte!!!!!!!

Can I put wun ov yor fotoes on my blog? I don't kno how to do it so that they get bigger wen yu clik on them tho. Can yu tell me?

I'm all thord owt now. Stella waz OK reelly. Her cuddols kept me warm an my cowboy hat prertektid my eers!