One of the real characters of our dog-walking community has always been 'Two Balls Bob'.
Bob never went anywhere without his two Tennis Balls. His owner told me he'd had a rough life in London before she rescued him, but he settled into a really lovely boy.
So, Bob left us yesterday. He's gone to that great kennel in the sky. I wouldn't normally write about the passing of just any local dog, but Bob was special.
I'll really miss him, as I'm sure will all those who knew him. xx
7 comments:
I am sure it was better to be "Two Balls Bob" than "One Ball Bob" or even "No Balls Bob". How kind of the woman who owned him to give him a happy life beyond the rough time he had in London.
That's very sad. I hope he took his tennis balls with him.
Aw, look at his old gray whiskers! What a sweet old guy.
RIP TBBob! You look like a Very Good Boy.
Bye Bye Bob.
How sad, but so glad he had a good life after such a rough start. RIP Bob.
My first Labrador, Sultan always liked to carry two tennis balls with him, often ones he'd found in a hedgrow somewhere.
Run Free, Bob! Sounds like he had a great life. We know all of our dog's friends and she notices when one leaves the pack.
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