Photo of the Dog

Today we went to Petsmart. It took us more than an hour to get out of the store because everyone was fawning over Mr. Hobo. He picked out a nice selection of treats, chewies, and new toys...and then we spent another 20 minutes trying to get out of the parking lot.

Rockstar.

Welcome home, Hobie!

Thanksgiving came a bit early this year. This afternoon I adopted a new family member. He's a 7-week-old border collie--an October baby, just like me (and a Libra). His name is Hobie. So far, he's only herded me about 3 times. His favorite toy is his big brown moose, which

is almost his size (about 5 lbs.). He came from a litter of 9 of the cutest puppies you'd
ever want to see, all freckle-nosed and beautifully marked. The underside of his white-tipped tail is outlined in brown and he has some brown fur around his ears. I've wanted a B&W border collie for many years--since I saw the one in Babe. He'll probably grow up to look a lot like her. Right now, he's resting comfortably at my heels as I type. We're hoping to get some sleep tonight--aren't we, boy?