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I survived Valentine's Day. I noticed today when I ran home to let the dogs out before an assignment that the clover have again taken over the yard. Sure enough, the Bo-Shaped spot came back as well. On the morning of Valentine's Day 2003, BoBo went out in the yard and lay down by the wall under the deck. I sat there with him for a long time, making mental pictures of him there. Little did I know I'd need them...
Now, right in the same spot, is a patch of clover that I SWEAR looks like a greyhound from the neck to about the ribs, deep chest and all. It looks like BoBo left his imprint in clover. People think I'm insane when I mention it, but I don't care. To me, that's BoBo and he's still with us...and any time I need to remember, I can just walk out there and look...until Scott mows the grass, of course.
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