Rug of Bear

My dad shot this bear when he was younger whilst trying to prove his manhood (I believe there's a touch of remorse in his voice when he speaks of it these days). When I was little I used to slide down the back of his neck, but it was in our basement for the latter years of my adolesence (along with a taxidermied beaver pelt which one of my cats ended up eating his way through). When I left home I realised the full potential of this lonely beast and used him in a student film, and now, with the help of a past-roommate who Christened him "Theo," he is a permanent fixture of any residence I am living in.


Theo's nose has gotten quite banged up through the years, and unfortunately he has a disgusting amount of dirt buried in his fur these days due to the fact that I don't have a vaccuum. And am too lazy to borrow one. On the up side, he's quite the addition to any living room and looks especially adorable with any number of animals laying on him. I know, it is a bit creepy, but I believe the whole live-animal-atop-dead-animal thing is a touching paradigm which transcends all human prejudices.


See?? Like how fucking cute is that?!?