Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
10 October 2013
Hobbes, 2/1/99-10/9/2013
Hobbes wasn't my dog, but I loved him just the same. He belonged to my friend Rob. Rob and Hobbes both taught me how to do agility. Rob let me run him because he would lay down on the table for me in dog shows, maybe because he loved me, maybe because I stopped at Trader Joes and picked up frozen mini meatballs for him. I didn't care if he did the table or not, I just liked hanging out with Hobbes. I sure do miss him right now. My sad condolences to Rob and Derede.
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What we have once enjoyed
we can never lose;
All that we love deeply,
becomes a part of us.
-Helen Keller
Heartfelt sympathies to you, Rob and Derede ~ losing our friends is never easy.
What a beautiful photo of Hobbes. He's one of the dogs I've seen progress from puppyhood through his ripe old age. He'll be missed for sure.
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