This is Bob.
He’s lived with us for years and years. And even though he’s a stuffed dog, you wouldn’t believe the number of times one of us has been surprised when he’s been on the floor in the living room. At first glance, he looks VERY real. He was Hailey’s dog for a long time, but when she grew up he was relegated to the closet. Now the boys have discovered him. And they are in heaven!
Although it’s a goofy picture, Logan especially loves Bob. So much so, as a matter of fact, that this morning he asked if Bob could ride along to speech therapy then go to basketball practice later today. Ummm…no. Bob is bigger than Ryan. And I have the little car today. Bob would take up a good chunk of the back seat! I guess the good thing is that we wouldn’t have nose prints on the windows from Bob if I were to agree. But today Bob stays home.
Logan’s not particularly happy about that. In fact, he took Bob upstairs and tucked him into the portacrib (out because we had a sweet 7 month old visiting yesterday), all the while crooning, “Don’t worry Bob. We won’t be gone that long. You will be okay, and I will miss you.” He gently covered Bob with a pink (!) blanket, then closed the door. Somehow I don’t think Bob is going to mind that much.
It’s a good thing my husband grew up on a farm and is a ‘dogs are for outdoors only!’ kind of guy. I don’t need anything else to take care of at the moment. Cute or not. If it doesn’t grow up to do the dishes and the laundry and eventually leave home to live independently, I’m not much interested in taking the time to train it right now. Maybe someday, but not now. My plate is plenty full.