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Have I told you about Bob Evans?

Have I told you about Bob Evans?  Not the sausage man, of course, but my new puppy.  He’s about 14 weeks old now. He was 8 weeks when we got him.  The day after we moved in to the new house. A good idea?  Hmmm.  There are differing opinions about this.  For one, getting a new puppy before the snow started was smart.  And getting a new puppy before opening the bed and breakfast was smart.  But…and this is difficult…it may have been slightly irresponsible to have gotten a puppy so early.  So soon.  He is all shark teeth and bladder.

He is half Irish Setter/half Brittany Spaniel.  He is sweet, adorable, and clumsy.  He loves being outside.  He loves food of any kind.  He loves tormenting the other two dogs and jumping on them from the sofa.  Yes, he can now get on the sofa.  He is going to be huge.  Davey Crocket had bear claws hanging on his walls that were smaller then Bob Evans’ paws.

Today, while poorly attempting to teach Bob Evans how to “come,” he sat down in the grass, really low, and began to chew.  Deer poop I thought.  I ran over to him.  Lesson over!  Eating deer poop is a no-no in this house.  It may be delicious.  It may be like Pinot Grigio.  But, as I’m sure Zsa Zsa Gabor had to say more than once, “there is no scat play ici!”  (Although, I will say, when he tilts his head back, and his eyes roll ever so slightly, he gives a wonderful Gloria Swanson “I’m ready for my close-up” impression.)  Anyway, when I ran over and opened his mouth, a dead mole dropped out.  A dead mole with his (or her) guts on the outside, like a haggis that was just cut into.  I gagged a little.

I don’t know if Bob Evans killed the mole or not.  And that doesn’t matter.  (He is so cute though, how could he ever kill anything?!)  The real story is that something new happens every day in this house.  For sure, we are on a schedule.  Pee now.  Eat now.  Sleep now.  (Please!)  But, exciting things can break the routine.  And yes, a mole literally dropping out of my dog’s mouth is exciting!  He’s usually biting on apples, like a stuffed pig.  He loves biting large dirt clumps.  A small intestine is something new.

When you come to Orchard House, Bob Evans will greet you.  He will give you kisses.  And if you’re lucky, he’ll cook you up one of his famous sausage biscuits.  Yes, he is that talented.

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