You would think that the bus or even the baby would be the star of the eighty square feet show, but nope. It’s the dog. People love Obi.
Everywhere we go we get asked, “Is that a Portuguese Water Dog?”, “That’s a labradoodle, right?”, “What is he?” “My, that’s a good looking dog!”
“Close. He’s a goldendoodle,” we would say.
“A BLACK goldendoodle?!” “So he doesn’t shed, right?”
Oh, if only Obi could carry a tip jar around his neck. It’s true, he’s a handsome dog and a good one. He likes the bus. And is just tall enough to stand between the passenger and the driver seats to look out the front while we drive. He has fallen in love with the ocean even though the waves confuse him a bit when he is chasing after a ball and I’m almost certain that he has forgotten about home. He is soaking up the sun, surf and all the extra attention from people we meet on the road.