Whew! I thought I'd go out looking for the reservoir. I got chased by a bunch of little kids screaming, "Oh, look at the big doggie!" I turned around and growled at them, and they ran screaming the other way. Then I had to get out of there quick. I saw on the news where they were looking all over Newport News for a mean, large, dirty, white dog. I gotta be careful. She'll kill me if She finds out I was looking for some place to cool off--especially if I get into trouble.

Ah "Casablanca." Now there's an old movie I just can't get enough of. Bogart is good. Cary Grant is another outstanding actor. I love a movie that leaves something to the imagination. A movie that respects my intelligence enough to know that I am able to fill in the blanks. The fireworks scene in "To Catch A Thief" is an ideal representation. Everything happens, but the viewer doesn't have to endure the specifics. These are movies a mature polar bear can appreciate.

OK. OK. I was kidding about the partying. Sheesh. (I didn't know She actually read this thing.) I'm huddled here in the cave watching old movies (thank goodness she's gone, and I don't have to endure CNN 24/7 for awhile!). I've made it through the first three seasons of MASH and am waiting for the new ones to arrive (as soon as She releases them for purchase on Amazon.com--I just can't get her to turn on One-Click ordering--then I could have some fun!). The A&E Hornblower series is next. Then, let's see, oh yeah, Rocky and Bullwinkle! I loved that series. Gotta go. Movies to watch and munchies to consume.

She has been out galavanting around the country, and logging in on my own was more difficult that I thought it would be. There are some things a polar bear body is just not designed to do, and small computer buttons and swtiches are some of them. But. I have the house to myself, and I've been having fun (Note to self: Make sure I clean this place up before she gets back!). If I'm not here for a few days, it's the solid partying going on in the absence of Her!

Killer headache coming on. I better head for my ice cave and cover my eyes with my paws until this goes away. Ugh! I wish I had my ice cave...

Yay! My PolarSupplies keyboard came in today! It's sooo nice to be able to type in the ARCTIC format. That QWERTY keyboard was killing my claws--and my claws were killing Her keyboard.

You should note a new nickname below this post. Even though you may believe it's pronounced In-you-it, I've chosen to pronounce it Eye-knew-it--thanks to a suggestion by Her Husband.

I had The Dream last night. I kept running and running along the iceberg. I could see the open water in the distance, but it was as if the iceberg were a treadmill, and I never got closer to the water. It wouldn't have been so bad, but the water was littered with seals! And to make matters worse, and arctic fox was nipping at my tail, and I couldn't turn around to snap his little neck! Arghhh! What could possibly be causing this dream?

Another day in polar bear purgatory. Ooops. That's a negative view. Time to start looking at what's good in my life. Well, Internet access isn't so good in the Arctic. Even if I had a satellite connection, my power supply wasn't too reliable up there. So that's one thing--fast, reliable Internet access--just what every polar bear needs. She brings me plenty of food. In fact, probably too much. I'm getting a little soft. I wonder if She would let me go jogging with her. Will I need special shoes? I think my foot pads are OK, but she does run on that asphalt track. I could always run in the grass either inside or outside the track. That's two--regular food source (this diet is seal and arctic fox safe). I don't have to worry about shelter. She lets me stay in the house--although She complains about my shedding and taking too long in the shower. I tell Her, "There's another bathroom. Feel free to use it." As for the shedding, She should have thought about that before taking in a polar bear as a boarder. Sheesh! So that's three--a roof over my head.

I suppose I will have to quit sloughing off and figure out what I intend to do to earn my keep around here. Bleahh. Plenty of time for that later.

Well, so much for that. The rain went away. Sun's out. We won't get snow for a long time. I don't have pool. No rocks. We're talkin' one grumpy polar bear coming around soon. Heyyyy. Waaait a minute. She says she lives on the edge of the Reservoir. Maybe? Let's see. How far would I have to go to find real water? Ooohh. I like the idea of swimming in the Reservoir by the moon. She won't let me out during the day--says too many people wouldn't understand. She's probably right--that old anger management thing again. I do have that tendency to have a simply awful temper. It's my nature. People just need to learn to adjust. (Actually, She won't let me out at night either, but She has to sleep sometime, and I had an extra key made when she wasn't looking, soooo.) I'll take my sunglasses. Nobody will recognize me.

Ah, rain. Wonderful, fresh, wet, cool rain. I like it so much better than the stifling heat I'll have to expect in only a matter of weeks. Without a pool to cool off in like my zoo brethren, I'm going to have to be creative. Fortunately, She is gone a lot, so I think I'll be able to enjoy long, cool showers (I better put a hair trap in the drain--She would not be happy if I clogged the drain). I went onto the patio today and danced in the rain. It felt so good.

She seems to have taken care of the access problem--must have found the right combination of cookies that lets the Blog Access Wizard open the gate. That's good--She hasn't complained a bit. I am wondering how to adjust this template though. It's a simple html format, so I should be able to do something with it. I think I'll play with it offline--if I can ever get Her to get away from the keyboard long enough for me to lay paws on it! My new one should be here in just a few more days. It will feel so good to be able to stretch my claws again. This human-sized keyboard is really cramping my style--not to mention being hard on the keycaps!

Hmm. It appears I have to give the cookies to Blogger to be able to post. She is going to have to prowl about in ZoneAlarm to find a happy medium or figure out how to ftp this to her website. She won't let me leave 3rd Party Cookies wide open just so I can can post here. I found a keyboard at PolarSupplies.com. Whew! Can't wait until it gets here. It's ergonomically designed for my claws to fit--and She will quit harping on me about the damage I'm doing to Her keyboard. As if it were my choice to be squashing my claws onto this pathetically tiny human keyboard! And QWERTY! Typing on it is like the poor DVORAK converts over at hollylisle.com. The interface from PolarSupplies.com comes in the more comfortable "ARCTIC" layout.

(Note from HER: The web site listed above is fictitious--all you other Polar Bear readers out there, don't get too excited.)

Sniffing the air...sniff...sniff...sniff. Stretching toes and smoothing fur. Hmmm. Keyboards are not made for my paws. I'm going to have to get Her to find me a custom keyboard. Fortunately, my claws are just the right size, but I must be careful not to penetrate the keycaps (this would be bad, She tells me). Hi. I'm a polar bear, and, with the help of Her, I'll be chronicling my life in human society without the benefit of a moat.