Bear Goes to the Beach

Bear, the beachcomber

This past weekend the clinic I work for, Wiggles (yes, that really is the name), had their annual employee picnic. Now, when you think of an employee picnic you might think of a gathering at a local park with a pot luck lunch and maybe an organized game of softball. Well this picnic was at a hotel that was completely reserved for Wiggles employees in South Padre with catered meals and a beach olympics event, 80s themed party with live 80s band flown in from Nashville and a wedding...we witnessed the union of Mr. Wiggles and the now Mrs. Wiggles, our 6 foot green caterpillar company mascots....really. We spent most of the weekend stunned by the extravagance of the whole "picnic." In between these events, we had lots of time to walk on the beach, swim in the pool and enjoy the view of the shore from our room. One of the best things about the weekend was watching Bear have a blast on the beach...swimming in the ocean, playing in the sand and chasing after sandpipers...he loved it all.