Hobo the Happy!

[Glacier]

I have trouble getting really good pictures of Hobo. They never seem to really capture what he is like. Hobo is without a doubt, the happiest little ball of fur I've ever known. He's always on the go, in a good mood and up for anything.


This picture almost captures him--the little glint in his eye that could mean mischief, the happy posture, silly grin. I am sure that Hoodoo knew he was dying and he made sure that I had Hobo before he left. Hobo officially became my dog one day before Hoodoo died. Hobo's joy at life in general was a great healer for my broken heart. He's my little delight!