Every Saturday, the junkyard dogs come to the town dump to see Bob, he is much loved by people and by dogs. Fate is crazy about him, he has biscuits and sometimes donuts waiting for her. Ralph is also a regular, a venerable truck dog,  he and Fate often pull into the dump at the same time, Fate practically melts into the ground when she sees Bob.

I am fond of him, also, he is a decent and generous man. He sometimes reads the blog and a few years ago, he read that I had open heart surgery. Ever since them, he comes out and grabs the garbage cans before I can get to the. I tell him I’m fine, I can carry them, but he just laughs and ignores me.

It’s an odd thing, but Bob makes going to the dump a pleasure for Maria and for me. And for Fate. I brought him a signed copy of “”Talking To Animals,” I can’t think of anyone more deserving.