LB takes the BB for walkies

Little Bear has decided to take the big bear for walkies. It is a bit like walking a puppy, but when you are walking a Big Bear you only do it once a day, and there is no poop to clean up, but there is a bit more moaning.

The bears went for their first walk yesterday. They went for miles and miles and miles (sortof, well, maybe one mile) around the old railway lines that are now footpaths near little's house. As they were going along a pretty footpath, they saw a lady walking her doggy, and both the lady and the doggy looked very happy.

The lady threw the doggies ball high up into the air. And the doggy ran after it, and jumped up to get it... but the ball fell over the wall into the bushes at the other side of the path. And the lady and the doggy did not look so happy any more. Oh no!

The lady looked at the wall, and tried to reach over it, but couldn't. LB and BB looked at each other, and went along to help. LB collected the ball, and gave it to the doggy, who was called Harry. BB threw the ball and Harry brought it back and it was good. The lady gave LB and BB a treat for Harry, and he ate the treats off their hands, and was very happy, and wagged his tail lots.

Then BB threw the ball again, and Harry ran off all excited, but BB had misjudged, and the ball had gone over the fence on the other side of the path. And this fence was too high to climb over. Oh no - silly big bear!

Luckily the lady was clever, and knew a way to walk round the houses to get the ball, so everybody walked around, and Harry was very pleased when he found his ball again for the second time and wagged his tail lots and lots. The lady thought that LB and BB should get a doggy like Harry, but BB was still not so sure about the looking after and the walking and the poop.

And the bears went home, feeling good about doing a nice thing for the day, and making some new friends even if they did lose the ball as well themselves. And BB forgot that he was doing excercise at all. Perhaps walks are not quite so bad.

The big bears doctor has told him to get smaller

The big bear went to see his doctor the other day. His doctor is dishy, and is called Nick, has run the London Marathon, and is younger than BB (which BB finds a bit strange but that is another story for another day).

Nick the doctor looked BB up and down and told him that if he stayed the same shape he was sure that he would get diabetes at some time in the future.

And BB said, is that the disease that gets your legs?

Yes, said Nick.

And your eyes, and your liver.

And BB said oh, I kindof like having those parts.

Yes, said Nick.

You should do exercise, maybe to a goal, lets try and lose 10% over 12 weeks.

When the big bear got home and told the little bear, the little bear looked worried, and a bit upset with big round eyes. He looked at the big bear and he said; I love you, you can't not be well, I don't know what I would do if you were not well, I don't know what I would do at all.

So the little bear and the big bear started eating only healthy things. The little bear helped the big bear to cut out almost all of something called satfat, and they got one of those lean mean grilling things which are a bit like expensive sandwich toasters. And both of the bears started to feel a bit thinner.

But sometimes the LB looked at the BB with big round eyes and the BB knew that the LB was worrying about the BB. Underneath it all LB is really quite a little bear, and needs a BB to look after him, you see.