More than a Dog

Bobby.
What can I say about Bobby.
Well, I have a lot to say!
As you probably know, I rescued Bobby, or should I say he rescued us,
when I found him at the post office, where he was sleeping in the car port for several days.
The pound was coming to pick him up, and when I went to get our mail he jumped in my car. That day changed his and our lives forever.
We love this dog. He's a purebred border collie, and a border in every way.
Bobby has decided we are his job. And he does his job exceptionally well.
This is how he "runs" our household.
5:30 a.m.
I'm awoken by a nose in my face and a little grumpf.
"get up Mom,The cat wants out".
I get up, let Toby out, go back to bed.
8:00 a.m.
Same thing.
This time, I have to go to the bathroom. Don't ask me how he knows this, he just does.
I get out of bed and am led to the bathroom, where he waits outside the door.
Then it's back to bed. No, I don't stay up, I need time to drift back to sleep for a little bit.
8:30
I should just stay awake.
The chickens are at the side door, and waiting for me to feed them.
Bobby is very verbal, making sure I get up and take care of the girls. He then leads me to the food bin, I get the feed, and head out the door. He and Chip go with me.
At this time, Bobby herds the chickens to the gate, and waits inside the fence for me to finish taking care of the girls.
Chip goes to do his duty out back, and visits with his brother next door.
We come back in, and Bobby leads me to the cats dish, I need to feed the cats. Then he stops at the pantry and waits for me to get his and Chips food.
There. Everyone is taken care of. Thank-you Bobby I don't think I could do it without you.
I go sit down to watch Steve Harvey's new show. (If you haven't watched it, make sure to catch it. It's a riot.)
About 20 minutes later, I receive his paw on my arm, and he runs to the door.
Chip is sitting on the porch, ready to come in.
Now. Everyone is settled, has had their food, has been out, and now, he lays down to relax and take a well deserved nap.
During the day, he'll let me know everything that's going on, including and not limited to:
The phone is ringing, go answer it.
The chickens want a treat. He lets me know they're at the side door waiting.
The cat needs in or out.
The water dish needs filled.
It's time to gather eggs.
It's time for Ken to go to the post office. One of his favorite times of the day,
he loves to go for car rides.
Meal times.
Something is going on at Robyn's.
So what would I do without Bobby?
I don't know, and am not looking forward to that day.
He keeps us on our toes, gives us tons of love, and we reciprocate with no problem.
We love our big hairy guardian!