Bobo, Bobo, Bobo

Okay, I admit it.  I miss the pitter patter of his feet.  I miss his cocked head and cute face.  I even miss saying, "Bobo, DROP IT" and "Bobo, get OFF that pillow".  Alas, the worst has happened. Bobo has finally eaten that "thing".  That "thing" that will not budge out of his stomach.  What that "thing" is, we will find out tomorrow morning. . .following surgery (I'm going to have to change vets if it's a pair of my underwear from the hamper!).  Elisa, warned us and warned us. You need to be more careful. . .you don't want to pay me$$$$$ to remove something from inside of Bobo.  To be honest, when she first said this, I thought, "don't worry, because there is NO WAY I would pay $$$$$ for ANYTHING for a dog".  Well, that was before "a dog" became my "Bobes", as I like to call him.    

This is a warning to all you puppy owners with small children.  BEWARE!  Though we were not perfect, Bobo stayed in the same room with us at least 90% of the time and he was also placed in his crate when we went out or could not attend to him.  However, he still managed to eat things, and now we are paying the price.  After this surgery, I have a feeling that he will be on a leash in the house, as there is NO WAY I will pay $$$$$$ twice for a dog!!!