You know how it is. You come home, you toss your polar bear somewhere, and next time you’re trying to run out the door you end up hunting all over the place for it. “Honey, have you seen my polar bear?” “Maybe in your other jacket, dear.” So frustrating!
So here’s a little Lovely Listing organizational tip, just for you. Hang a hook by the front door, and every time you come in make sure you hang your polar bear there. This easy habit will save you so much time in your busy, busy morning.
You’re welcome!
(Found By: Darren G.)
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I think that is a great spot for a polar bear.
I think the polar bear needs a gym membership.
YIKES! And how did they even get that ugly thing in the door?
that kitty wants your soul
What the hell is he doing with a polar bear in MASSACHUSETTS?!?
The polar bear is keeping the zebra skin company (pic 3), of course!
Great for when the Jehovah’s Witness show up
Since Wednesday and Pugsly have grown, the Addams live in a smaller place now. They brought “Polar Bear”, “Bear Rug”, and “Cousin IT” with them.
That IS strange. I always put my polar bear in a bowl on a table in the front hall.
I saw a mounted polar bear in a house in Montana about fifteen years ago. The brass plate on the base said it had been shot in the Yukon in the early Fifties, presumably legally. It was merely the biggest example of the taxidermist’s craft in the room… people who go for this can go for it in a very big way, often to the point of sheer creepiness. All too often.
Those mounted animal skins are a pain to move. I’ve helped people move them, pack them, ship them, put them up high on walls: they’re generally a lot lighter than the animal was, but they’re clumsy and surprisingly delicate. I suspect that that’s why they show up in listings even when nowadays they lessen the appeal of a house for almost everyone: just try moving the blasted things.
I bet they have it for the sheer amusement value of scaring the crap out of guests who walk in and JESUS CHRIST IT’S A POLAR BEAR! I wonder if they keep a mop handy in the living room to clean up the pee.
And when I was bad, Mumsy and Dad made me sit in the red rocker and tell all my dirty secrets to Polar Bear Nanny. They said I had to stay there until my filthy soul was clean, or Nanny would eat me.
That was when the eating disorders began…
Okay, but I bet that cat has a great time climbing the bear.
I love the cat in the photo! I bet my cats would have that polar bear on the floor and shredded in no time. Imagine the sound when that thing comes down!
Um, what about the possessed kitty?
It lives with a polar bear. What do you expect?
-Enters through door…then takes notice of the interrior-
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“O-****!”
-full-automatic weapon fire-
THIS HOUSE IS EVIL