Llangoed Hall

You may think that we have been left at home or stuffed in a box somewhere, but it is just that Dad hasn't seen fit to write any new posts for us. Bad Dad!

Well, HB, it has been a long time, but we have had many travels to Wales and elsewhere. Here we are in Llangoed Hall, an elegant hotel near Brecon in Wales.
Yes, we have been around a lot, but we have been stuffed in small suitcases, tucked away out of sight, and generally mistreated by our parental units.
Now, HB, you know that when we travel light on low-cost (read CHEAP) airlines there isn't much room.
My point exactly. Why don't we travel first class?
I suppose you have the cash to buy the tickets?
Well, .  .  .  .
Yes, MY point exactly. We travel as well as our parental units, as you so elegantly put it.
Anyway, we really lucked into this first class hotel and Mom got us such a deal.
And the days in Bath (you need to BAAAHTH to be really posh) were memorable.

New Clothes for Brown Bear

Well, its been months and months since we've had an update on our many activities. Now Dad decides to put up a new post because Brown Bear has new clothes. What about MY new clothes (not that I have any). I'm a deprived bunny.
Now HB, we both have had new clothes recently (even though it didn't make the blog), and you have had new clothes several times when I didn't get anything. Don't complain about no new clothes.
Oh, well, I guess you have a point, but, but, 
No BUTS about it, you are not deprived, and neither am I.
Well, . . .
It's a deep subject as they say (Haw, Haw) (That is a bear laugh if you didn't know.) Anyway, I really like my new basketball uniform. It is stylish and even includes shoes—a new thing for us fuzzy kids.
Well, I must admit, I am a sucker for Jocks, so I'm finding you quite attractive in your new duds.
I'm glad you approve, HB, just go easy on that attraction thing. There are species differences you know.

OK, I'll just say that you look really sharp in the new uniform. Are you planning to take up the game?
I don't know, HB, we are rather short for basketball, which is dominated by 7-footers. I'll just have to see what develops.

A New Do for Bridget

Hi all you lovely people out there. I have a totally new hairdo and I'm so proud. Here is a before and after shot so you can see the new me. (The before comes after the after, if you know what I mean.)

I'm jealous. What did she do to deserve new hair?

Now HB, Mom has a brand spanking new sewing machine coming and then it will be new clothes for all of us.

I can hardly wait.

And I could get into this new clothes business.

Party Time Again

Here we are with more of our friends from Cristina's house. No time for chit-chat. We're having too much fun.

You said it, kid!

I know I did. So, back to the party. (Do you see the way that cute bear is looking at me? I wonder . . .)

Cool it HB!

It's really hard to maintain spiritual detachment in this household.

Just keep breathing, Bridget. Oh, sorry, I forgot, we don't breathe do we?

The New Website

Dad has been hunched over the computer every day working on graphics for our new website PowerfulPlaces.com

I hope he managed to work us into some of the pictures. How about it Dad?

Well, I'm afraid that PowerfulPlaces.com just isn't the place for fuzzy kids.

Oh, you big spoil sport! We would have fit right in. After all I'm pretty powerful.

Well, now that I'm done with the website I'll do something very special for you kids.

Oh boy, like NEW CLOTHES?

You know that Dad doesn't sew. That's Mom's department.

Well, she is busy having fun with her new machine . . . wait a minute, I'll bet she could whip up some new frock for me on her new machine. How about it Mom? Mom?

I don't think you can get her attention HB.

What does it take to get anyone's attention around here? I'll just go off in a corner and pout.

Well, you could talk with Bridget. Maybe she can communicate with Mom and tell her what you need.

Is it a philosophical issue that you need resolved?

Yes, that's it. The philosophy of getting Mom's attention.

I'm afraid that isn't in my power. I could deal with the philosophy of needing less, or the philosophy of being thankful for what you have, or . . .

Well, stuff that!

HONEY BUNNY!

I'll overlook that last remark.

Like I said, you'll get used to that around here.

A Big Party With Friends

Here we are back home and introducing Briget (Bride, Bridgit, St. Bride?) to our friends here in Girona.

Well, if you are going to talk about me all the time you might as well know how to spell my name. That is Bridget, if you don't mind.

Well, at last, we have thought you could speak all the time, but had begun to wonder.

Of course I can speak. But only of important things.

Like clothes?

Honey Bunny, every girl doesn't have your priorities.

Important philosophical concepts are my specialty.

Philo-WHO?

We need to have a serious talk, but not when we are having a party. Actually, I like all your friends, particularly the guy with the Indiana Jones hat.

He's a distant relative of mine. I like him too.

Hats remind me of what I don't have for winter--a new hat.

Oh, HB, you have a one-track mind.

Well, it is a dual track mind, but we won't go into that. (Hey there good lookin', What's you got cookin', How about . . . .)

HONEY BUNNY!

We'll overlook that last remark.

You will get used to overlooking a lot around here. Anyway, here's our friends from Cristina's house. We have such a good time talking with them.

I'm sure I'll find a kindred spirit here. I'm feeling more at home already.

Introducing Brigit

Here we are in rain- and mist-drenched Ireland. I'm so glad Mom dressed us warmly (even though these are my old clothes).
Right, Honey Bunny, we are as snug as a bug in a rug (as they say). However, that is not what this post is about. We have a new friend and traveling companion, Brigit (or Bridget, or St. Bride, or--well, you get the idea). She just came to us yesterday from the nice people in the Boyne Valley Taracelebrations community. She has been with them for almost two years and was ready for a new adventure. We agreed to show her our part of Spain.
I'm so mortified that Brigit (is that how you spell her name? I'm not good at spelling....) has a beautiful shiny blue dress with lots of glittery sparkles and a new black velour cloak but I'm still wearing last year's fashions! She seems nice enough and hasn't commented on my old clothes yet, but I'm more than a little jealous.
Now HB, you look just fine to me. Bridgit is looking forward to winter in sunny Spain and we've agreed to show her a good time. We can all get along together just fine.
Oh Brown Bear, you do say the nicest things. I'll try to relax and enjoy showing Bridgit (is that how you spell it?) our ancient country. She does seem quite nice and has a lovely Mona-Lisa-like smile. She hasn't talked yet, but we'll teach her in no time at all. So, welcome Bridgit, we look forward to hearing all your stories when you learn to talk.
Well, I think she can talk already. She's just biding her time until she decides it's worth saying something. I think she's the strong, silent type--unlike some we know. I'm looking forward to learning a lot from her, in silence.
And I'm looking forward to fashion tips!