Continuing on from the first installment of our Bob's passing, I recall one day riding my Arabian mare back in Wisconsin.
Bob would always tag along on our rides and as he ran up ahead, I noticed him chasing after something. That something turned out to be a skunk! As I approached, the odor of "Pepe Le Pew" was unmistakeable. Quickly, we galloped to the barn to fetch some horse shampoo. Then off to the river to give Bob a thorough bath.
The idea that quickly washing off Bob would eliminate the strong odor was just wishful thinking. The smell permeated the house for weeks.
When I would lay on the couch to watch TV at night, Bob would sit at the edge and give me those "puppy dog eyes" waiting for permission to come up. Once permission was granted, he would have to lay right on top of me with his head on my shoulder and then fall asleep. He was quite the snorer, too.
More to come........