A few years ago, I started liberating some of my Dinsdale cousins on Ebay.   Big mistake.

The Dinsdales all have big appetites and very little common sense.  Unlike ME, of course.

These are my wild bear cousins, Doug and Claire Dinsdale.  They don’t speak English, they don’t wear clothes, they have terrible table manners, and you would NOT believe what they do in public, right in front of the baby bears.

This is my big Brother Oliver. All he talks about is food and hot pink lady bears. (Not that there’s anything wrong with that…) He also is way too friendly with dragons, if you ask me.

Cousin Hershey is best friends with Brother Oliver. Hershey will eat anything, even a potted plant! He also is convinced that he is actually a mole.

Finally,  here I am with Cousin Danny Dinsdale.  I found Cousin Danny living in an interfaith center outside Chicago. He is obsessed with fruits and vegetables and yoga and peace and love and brotherhood between humans and fluffies and saving the polar bears and the turtles and the frogs.  And he can’t keep a secret, either.