Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happinessâ„¢ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitterâ„¢, the beer they named for Bob
bluebird of bitterness 
“You want this gone? OK, I’m working at it.”
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My granddaughter loved doing that very thing when she was just looking to walk.
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OK, time for the story of the “Doorstop of Doom”.
When my first daughter was just starting to crawl, we had one of those doorstops in the hall. Because of where it was mounted, it made a loud scary noise when you hit it. And my infant daughter was terrified of the thing. She’d avoid crawling in the hall, or carefully crawl all the way over at the other side, to avoid it as much as possible. But one day we watched her sit and think for a moment, and then she crawled right up to it. She hit it with her hand, and it let out a tremendous “Boi-oi-oing!” and she let out an even more tremendous wail of fear. But she didn’t leave. She took a moment to collect herself, then hit it again. “Boi-oi-oing! “WAAAH!”. And again “Boi-oi-oing!” “Wah!” “Boi-oi-oing!” “wah.” “Boi-oi-oing!” “meh.” And that was it. She was never spooked by it again.
Face your fears.
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That is one of the cutest stories I’ve heard EVER! 😀
Good for youse, too, for letting her work it out!
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Ahhh – Experience is a great teacher; she gives the test first, and the lesson afterward!
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I’d never before seen or heard of dogs’ doing this, only cats.
An unbearably-adorable puppy is just what I needed today! Thanks! 🙂
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I’ve seen cats and dogs play with doorstops. The first time, the animals approach with trepidation. They jump back when the doorstop wobbles and are frightened by the noise it makes. They rest and return refreshed, knowing they have found a marvelous toy.
Love,
Janie
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My cat reaches under the bathroom door to play with the coiled stop on the bottom of the door. Quite a sight and sound to experience first thing in the morning. J.
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Ahh. . . I remember those days! 🙂
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