Bobo is back again. Yes, Bobo has been revived. Not that Bobo was ever far away.
My Aunt always seemed to have a fondness for Bobo that she didn’t have for some of the other dogs in her collection. Bobo didn’t mind, he loved being at least one of the favorites. I remember, on more than one occasion, she would dress up to go someplace only to have Bobo scratch a rip in her dress or her pants. My aunt rarely wore dresses and I wondered why she would do so and then get anywhere near Bobo.
There was a white cat named Snowball. Snowball loved to lay in the sun. He would frequently lay on the warm concrete floor of the deck and snoozed. Occasionally Bobo would go stand over Snowball and just watch him. I always wondered why Snowball didn’t take the hint to get up and run so that Bobo could chase him.
Occasionally though, Bobo and Snowball would have a showdown about who was going to lay in a certain spot on the deck. There were sliding doors on one end of the concrete deck and a door that entered what used to be a porch that was redone into a sun room. For some reason, both Bobo and Snowball loved to lay next to the door that went into the sunroom. You could tell that the other one was not happy when he came to lay in front of door to find that the other one had gotten there first.
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