Living with Bears Fans

If you happen to stop by our house on a Sunday afternoon this fall, you will likely find this fellow greeting you at the window:



This is Bears fan number two. Once the game starts, he heads downstairs to assume his spot on the couch next to Bears fan number one.



Conservative Boy, of course, has his Bears jersey on every Sunday. And now Butter must wear his every Sunday too. It is very special. Everyone should be so lucky to live with one Bears fan that yells at the TV and another that barks at it. Really.

And no, I had nothing to do with the purchase of a dog-size, customized Bears jersey. (Which, consequently, is an extra large and won't fit Butter if he packs on anymore pounds.)

Who's ready for some football?