Bob is one of Fate’s absolutely favorite people, all we have to do is day “let’s go see Bob at the dump,” and she forgets about the sheep and rushes to the car to jump. She starts squealing and wiggling a mile away. Bob always has a biscuit for her, and yesterday, one of his occasional treats – a donut.

I had just had the car vacuumed and cleaned up and Fate happily spewed donut bits all over the front seat. This is life with a dog. I love the way Bob reacts to Fate,  a part of each connects with the other.

Bob is one of the nicer men on the earth, known all over town for his decency and kindness. Fate loves the treats, but the relationship is deeper than that, dogs, like donkeys can look into the souls of people.

Fate loves what she sees in  Bob.