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Bob, a Dog

What I noticed most about this story was that even though Cheryl was always in places familiar to her (the town she grew up in, the beach house her family rented every year), she seemed lost. She had to deal with a lot, such as David leaving, her children, the relationship between her mother and her sister, and Bob. What struck me most was that although Cheryl didn’t know why she kept Bob around, he eventually became her dog. The back and forth Cheryl and Bob develop of Bob digging out of his pen and Cheryl putting cinder blocks in the holes seemed to me to have been set up by Bob’s earlier misbehavior to reflect in some important way on Cheryl’s mental state. Like with the interesting sections I noticed in “Death Is Not an Option,” I’m not entirely sure what the meaning is here, so I’m going to have to read the story a few (or many) more times.

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