Because of Bob, my family has spent more time this summer enjoying warm breezes in the shade…
Because of Bob, the television has been on less in the evenings and one by one family members wander in the general direction of the front yard and make their way to chairs set up in a semi-circle just to “hang out”…
Because of Bob, my daughter Anna is unable to finish the Sherlock Holmes mystery she was in the middle of, since that particular story was effectively shredded into small bits of illegible paper from a Sir Arthur Conan Doyle anthology…
Because of Bob, my grandson who has been terrified of our two black dogs has made his way out front to visit our white four-legged companion who he now refers to as “my dog”…
Who knew a pint sized ball of white fur–now tinted brown due to continual cavorting in the yard–could disrupt our daily routine and at the same time provide new family memories. All of this and he’s only been with us six weeks. I can barely imagine what the future holds for Bob and our family.
