Mr. Hobbs comes to town. Chasse was about 6 months old, when she and I took in a Rescue
Smooth Fox Terrier. I named him Mr. Hobbs, Hobbs for short. He was and is still just as much
loved. He took a shine from the very begining, to my mother and when my parents Terrier
Henry died this past summer, they pretty much adapted Hobbs to fill their void but for most of
eleven years Hobbs was Chasse's little brother. But at his age I figure he should be where he
wants to be and thats with my parents.