I have found Bob in a variety of places and every once in a while you have to bow to the absurd and take a picture of it. So it is with appreciation (especially from the dog who escapes Regan's machinations because of Bob's presence) I present a short pictorial history of Bob:
Lastly, I believe this was a desperate attempt to run away this past Christmas. I can't go to sleep sometimes because the horrified look in Bob's eyes haunts me.
If anyone can figure out how to add extinct dinosaurs to an insurance plan, please let me know. I think I owe him a few sessions in therapy if not a beer to fill his dress/koozie.