Guess What? Bob is Gone.  Out of here.   No more, Bob. 
                         No more stupid head, frog sledding, staring through the window trying to get my attention. Whoooppe.  I'm so happy I could just pee.    This is like my dream come true.

Bob left this morning with the Fed Ex Man and he is going to Baltimore to have surgery on his tail.  Well, actually to reattach it as it seems our friend Danamarie forgot to put in on him in the first place.   

I guess it's a long story, but evidently Danamarie was on vacation and staying somewhere else but had her daring little dauschund named Mason with her.

Here is his cute little face - thanks Danamarie for letting us show Mason to the world at large:


                                      

Has anyone had a baby dauschund?   Yipes, it is like a terror on wheels.   Those little guys can move on out.  I don't know if I told you (and I'm trying to get you a picture of him) but my Gram has a food tube dog, named Rusty.
It's like sleeping with a heating pad with four legs, first off, and second off, he will burrow into any pile of blankets any where.  

Unlike Mason, Rusty cannot go up the steps to the bed.  I'd like to say he is stupid like Bob but that's not the truth.  He just wants Gram to pick him up and cuddle with him.   He is pretty cute in spite the fact that he looks like Scotty Pippin, the Basketball Player.   Oh, My.

Anyway where was I?

So you all know about Danamarie Hosler  and her knitamils but just in case I need to tell you again please send a comment.  Thanks.

Back to Bob in a Box.    When my Gram ordered a Kinitimal of Bob, he arrived without a tail.  Not good.  But Danamarie is wonderful and promised to replace it because here is the story.  She was on vacation and because she knits no matter where she goes, she was working on Bob and his tail.   When she left her friends house to go home, there was no tail, and frankly, Danamarie had a senior moment, in spite of the fact that she is very young, and mailed Bob off without his tail.

Shortly thereafter her friend called her to ask what was this piece of knitting that looked sort of like a tube that she found stuffed in her couch cushions.   Well of course, it was Bob's tail and who put it there?   Mason?  Are you listening to us?    Silly, silly little puppy.    I guess Danamarie now knows not to leave tails laying around.

So unfortunately, the REAL BOB is still here and as annoying as ever.    His "alter-ego" as they say, is on it's way to Baltimore.   Thanks Danamarie for fixing him up.  I wanted to play pin the tail on Bob, but Grammy said no dice.

Grammy is so grumpy.

Love and Licks,
The Princess