Hello there. My name is Hobo and I have a big sister named Sybil. I am nine years old (almost 10 and looking forward to a big birthday party this summer), and when I first moved in with Sybil and my new mom and dad, they were told that I am a purebred Black Lab, but, I'm really not too sure who my birth father is. I was just a little round ball of fur when they first saw me. Mom had already ordered a new St. Bernard puppy, as a surprise for Sybil and Dad, so I knew that, if I was going to be living with them, I had better look really good. When both Sybil and Dad picked me up, I nuzzled into their necks and licked them. They both had tears in their eyes and Mom relented and they took me home. Bye, bye St. Bernard. I soon became the most important member of the family - I did have some competition with the cat, Mittens,

but she was scared of me, so it wasn't too difficult to intimidate her very quickly. She was bigger than me when I first moved in, but all I had to do was chase her and she ran up on the couch. I couldn't get up there, but after a couple of weeks I could - then she got way up on the back of the couch - no problem for me after a couple of more weeks. I grew really fast and I think it really blew Mittens away. I always loved to jump up in my dad's lap in the rocking chair in the kitchen and love to lick anyone's face. I have a most ferocious bark, but I'm not at all ferocious. I just want people to pay attention to me.

Me trying to make friends with a visitor

I love for anyone who comes in our yard to throw a stick for me to run and catch. I run like lightening and skid to a stop by the stick. It really impresses them. One time when my mother threw the stick, the car door was open and I ran right into the door- ka smack. I was stunned for a second, but didn't want anyone to see that it hurt , so I shook my head and kept on running.

There's another cat now, Tumbles, who really has the run of the house. She and I get along quite well, and she isn't scared of me like Mittens was.

       My Mom moved away this fall and Sybil, Tumbles and I moved to a smaller place. The adjustment wasn't so bad as I thought it might be, though there aren't many other dogs in the neighbourhood to bark at. I'm allowed in the living room in the new place, which is quite cool.

        All in all, I have a pretty good life. The only thing I can complain about is thunder and lightening storms. I am so scared that I don't know what to do with myself. The thunder is so loud and the lightening so bright. When the storm happened in the night, I usually ran upstairs and hid in Sybil's bedroom at home. When Mom and Dad found me in the morning, they dragged me downstairs, even though I dug my heels into the floor. But they felt so bad that I was scared, that they babied me for quite awhile afterward.

       Sometimes, when I try really hard, I can get loose from my rope, and I love going across the road to visit the neighbours. One day last fall, while Mom and Sybil were at school, I went on a great trip and found some little kids to play with. When Mom finally found me at suppertime, she was a little upset and loaded me in the car and took me home.

        Come back and visit me anytime and I might have more pictures (if they ever take anymore of me) and more stories about my life.

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