"Bob was my dog, an English Bull Terrier. He was very handsome, stubborn, and dumb as sh*t. But there wasn't a mean bone in his entire body, which was basically a large muscle attached to a large head. And there'd be times he'd take take your breath away just by watching him move, run, and I swear he could even pirouette—when he wasn't knocking stuff (including myself) over. I sure miss the guy; I always will...."
From Stan Banos's blog Reciprocity Failure, reproduced with permission, on account of I like dogs. And by the way, Bob was terrified of cats....
Also on the blogs this morning: On One Hell of an Eye, Mike Salisbury tells the strange story of the Dale picture, which I actually remember from the car rags back in the day.
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