Chapter 2“Is that a grey hair?” Bear squinted at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
BJ, Bear’s faithful red setter, made a grumbling noise from his position leaning against the sink vanity.
Bear ran his fingers through his beard. “Maybe not.” He turned to the dog. “You think it needs a trim?”
BJ wagged his tale.
“Yeah. I agree.” Bear nodded and reached into the cabinet and got out the beard grooming kit his sister had bought him the previous Christmas.
Ten minutes later, after trimming, combing, and oiling his beard, Bear reassessed his appearance in the mirror before turning to BJ. “Better?”
BJ wagged his tale again and whined.
“Thanks, mate.” Bear smiled. “Now, what to wear?”
Bear, followed by the dog, padded naked into his bedroom and opened his wardrobe doors. His bottom ha
