Pooh on this

Sadly, our beloved pal has had enough with life and is turning to the bottle for answers. I ran into Pooh out by our property last weekend and noticed that he had a crazy look in his eyes and smelled of Jim Beam. He kept ranting about when life was good....when he had all the honey that he could eat and all lady bears that he could handle. Now, his life is in shambles. He lost his job and everything he owned during the actors strike. His fortunes from his early career were spent on boozing and women bears (he had a thing for pandas). If only he would have taken my advice and invested some of it.

Pooh has been hanging around (literally) on a fence post near our property for over a year. But, it wasn't until recently that I noticed the addition of a Jim Beam tallboy. He had it all and now he is reduced to a ratty looking bear that is missing an ear. What's next? He'll probably move in with Gary Coleman or Andy Dick. That's when the real trouble starts.
We are having a group intervention on Wednesday night at Genny and Randy's house. We figured that New Year's Eve is a good time for anyone to kick a drinking addiction....there is no temptation at all.