My name is Bruin, I am eleven months old and some might say I have a problem...
Can you spot it?
How 'bout now?
That's my beautiful tail - doesn't look like there's any problem to me?!
Mom is constantly yelling at me to leave it alone.
What?!?!?!?
It's mine.
It's attached to me.
I love it.
It makes me smile...
It tastes delicious...
And smells even better...
And if I think it needs a daily self-grooming then so be it.
It's my tail.
I love it.
And it's all mine.