Then along came Bob....

In 2003 after about 13 years we lost Maxi.  I was living alone by this time and she had been great company.  So, I was alone and feeling very sad. I decided to take a look at the Internet sites for a rescue dog. I am not sure how I came up with the idea of taking on a rescue dog.  I looked at the RSPCA and went to a the local council  dog shelters. I saw many dogs but not one of them was quite right. 

Then by chance I looked at another website called PAWS and there he was.  He had been named Beckham. My daughter and I went to visit him at the house where he was being held until someone bought him.  We were sitting on the sofa waiting and as soon as he came into the room he ran over and jumped up next to me mad put his head in my lap.  I was sold.  We put him in the car and he jumped up on the back ledge! So Erin nursed him all the way home. I called him Bobby after Greyfriar's Bobby, a favourite story of mine.

                 Bob made himself at home right from the start

He had been found by the dog catcher wondering the streets with no collar or microchip. Unlucky for the people who lost him but very lucky for me. 

Bob had some funny habits at first.  He wouldn't sleep in his bed, preferring to be outside on a garden chair.  Also, when I walked him he would walk right on the edge of the footpath and not on the grass.  

Anyway, Bob has been with me for 10 years and I now live in the UK. And this blog will be some anecdotes about my Bobby.......