His people said he'd stay hidden at least for the first few days. They said there was a possibility I might never see more than a flash of a tail darting behind the bed. But three hours after I walked in the door Hobbs Who Loves Big Dogs was nestled in my lap, contentedly chewing on my necklace and covering me with a lush blanket of long luxurious orange fur. How lucky am I to be one of the chosen few in his circle...
