Eulogy to Bob

The family dog back home passed away yesterday after a long battle with cancer. Everyone who ever had a dog will always say that their mut was the best in the world. I know that our dog was far from perfect and that's what made him great. He wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer, he was the worst possible watchdog, he always slept on the job, he begged profusely, he stole food, he crawled into unreachable holes and ripped your favorite socks to bits. He had few tricks to his name. Ask him to roll over and he would look at you with a face of absolute stupidity. He didn't understand the game where the owner throws a stick or ball and the loyal hound retrieves the object so it can be thrown again. He survived a kidnapping in 1996. He was gay for about a two year period. He fancied himself as a ladies man but I never actually witnessed him hooking up. He sometimes went missing but always showed up many hours later contently sitting outside the front door of the house as we pulled into the drive. He liked to chase pigeons. I was always impressed with the tiger like approach he used when trying to catch one of these rat-birds. He would drop real low and slink slowly toward the birds. Inevitably they got away every time. The list goes on and on. I'll continue to enjoy the memories for many years to come.