After the Christmas Reindeer story, I thought I was safe for a few weeks. Life can be cruel can’t it?
I knew there was trouble brewing when Maria and Sara offered me jelly babies.
But I didn’t expect this…
No sir, I got to talk to Sir Bob about this…
I am not a reindeer….
I have the answer..
I am a Superhero.
decidinglybob 
If in the worse case scenario Bob was a reindeer, he certainly woudn’t be spending Christmas eve pulling a sleigh for some strange dude from the North Pole.
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A very astute comment. You are correct Bob would stay on guard by the wood fire protecting all around him. Comfort and warmth are only second to food in Bob’s world.
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I see you there, Bob, you can’t hide behind that mask.
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There is no fooling you but Maxwell do I get A vote of sympathe
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Would love to repost this over on Learning from Dogs the Sunday before Christmas!
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Bob would be delighted to be a feature on such a great blog. Thank you and pkease note very low sugar jelly babies were used to get a high paw of agreement
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🙂
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Poor Bob! Those people just abuse you constantly. Santa better pay up BIG TIME this year!
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Santa does every Christmas Bob gets a bob size portion of turkey.
Seriously though I think I have the world’s best dresser upper dog. I only have to say “Come on Bob wait till you see this!”. And he is patiently sitting before me letting me or Sara dress him up.
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Thank you for posting Bob on your wonderful site.
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