Diary 2/12/16 : Hobbs

A bed switch .Way back when his Pal, Baxter, came for his first visit. Baxter was my grand-dog. We didn't have any grandchildren yet.

The thing about Hobbs was that he was a lover, not a fighter. That got him into alot of trouble. He got beat up several times when he was young , seriously beat up. He wouldn't kill anything. I saw him with a skunk in his mouth once that he put down to clean. Not a varmint dog mentality. He also use to carry earthworms around in his mouth, picking them up with dirt and all carefully in his lips. Then the time he got into some poison didn't help. I think that added to his brain trauma, insecurities and eventual blindness. He was the sweetest dog I have known and may ever know.