Bobby

Meet Bobby

I call Bobby my little fox, because she scavenges for crumbs anyone has accidentally spilled after eating. She also cleans her brother Sammy's bowl after he is done as a courtesy. Her tail never stops wagging, and she wants to know EVERYTHING. When I drive home, I can see her nose sticking through a small hole in the wooden fence gate. She is a loud one, and her bark is as loud as a dog twice her size. She has a baby face for life, and she always sleeps on her back, legs splayed and paws in air.