Merry Christmouse, everyone!
This special blog is going to break with tradition: instead of enraturing you in my rodent realm, I want to dedicate this one to my real-life family. The ones who know me not as the persona of “Bob the Rat,” but as just Bob. And on occasion, Bobby.
I’ve occasionally mentioned my human family; here you can know them better. Big Burly Pop is better known as dad Hobie, and yes, he really did suspend me over a boiling pot on a campfire once. Mom Betsy is as sweet as the cheesecake she leaves for Santa Paws every year. And the twins, Sabrina and Sandra – well, that’s where my story started.
I was originally a gag gift between Sabrina and her best friend. In 2004, with the help of said best friend, I found my way into Sabrina’s bed covers one Halloween night. One blood-curdling scream later, I was a member of the family! The twins got a riot out of me, and when Sandra moved out-of-state a year later I eventually went too, as a welcome reminder of home.
In 2010, with her feet firmly planted back in “Ratlanta,” Sandra launched this blog to showcase her writing skills and begin a new career in writing and editing. (Although you and I know that I do squeak her what to write about.) The blog has been a success, her career has been a success, and both are going strong.
On this special day, as we celebrate the birth of Christ Jesus and the truth of Heaven He revealed to us, I encourage you to take stock of what’s true too. Pawception – ahem, perception – is not always reality, and sometimes, in midst of our hectic lives, our focus drifts to things that are less important. As I have enjoyed sharing my life with you – the real and the make-flealieve – please take joy in the ones you love and who love you. I encourage you to put one another first, because on this pawliday and always that’s what truly matters.
From my family to yours, Merry Christmouse.
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