Bob was born in my home. He was the funny looking puppy with big ears that would flop all around as he ran around the yard with his brothers and sisters. He looked so silly. It seemed like he all ways had a smile on his face. He was supposed to go with another family. But when it was his time to go he ran and hid behind me. You see, he was my boyfriends dog. But, Bob became attached to me. When my boyfriend moved out and found a place to live, Bob was supposed to go with him. We both knew that Bob would never truely be his dog. So Bob stayed with me. He liked cats...or should I say tolerated cats. But you could tell him to give the kitty a kiss. He would. Sometimes he would walk past Spot, a cat I had, and just kiss him as he walked by. Right on the face or on top of the head. Sometimes Spot would not be in the mood. He would try to reach out and grab Bob. Bob would all most all ways be just fast enough not to get clawed. More about Bob another day.
