Professor M: This is for YOU

The Bobo is enjoying cooler weather these days. When it's crazy-hot, he finds being outside alluring and yet frustrating. After 5 minutes or so he's just too hot and must come inside again. Inside, barking is discouraged, there's no grass to lie on, and the water bowl is small (compared to the fish pond, otherwise known as Boris's Personal Watering Hole - with fish.).


Today, Iain and Bobo had a sit-down meeting. They discussed butt scratching, ear softness, what it's like to know you could be kissed at any time and be unable to do anything about it. The usual. Bobo tried to convince Iain to stop crying (because it bothers Bobo), while Iain tried to convince Bobo to let him gouge out his eyes. Both parties eventually compromised.

The Bobo misses his old buddy Professor M., though. She knew just where to scratch and she had a certain way of treating him that you just can't find anymore. It was she, for example, who taught him to "get dressed" when it's time for a walk. He knows she found love elsewhere, but he can't help feeling they were meant to be together. Little grey girl dogs can't possibly be as nice as a big brown boy dog. Can they?