Mission Accomplished

On Friday evening, it was like all my birthdays happened at once. Peter arrived (after a week's seperation) bearing both a shiny new red Kitchen Aid and a goofy dog named Toby.

Toby is a medium-haired German Shepherd with one ear up and one ear down. His age is open to question, but it appears that he is not less than a year old and not more than two years old. (I know, it doesn't seem like it should make a difference, but it does. Even though the physical growing part is over, the emotional/behaviour part is not. Seems to me like puppyhood for some dogs can last until age 3.)

He sheds enough for us to construct life-sized models of him each day. So far, he's been doing well in the housetraining department and not-too-bad in the obedience department. He's even neutered and up to date on all his shots.

Peter found him in the Buy and Sell and he has a little bit of a history that makes him prone to some minor neuroses. But sure, any dog of mine would have to be a little neurotic, if dogs are going to resemble their owners. The people who gave him to us have had him for six months and got him from the pound. His background is not really known, but it probably involved time spent alone in a backyard being a "watch dog."

Despite possibly dubious beginnings, he's a lovely dog. Yes, he has a slight tendency to chase his tail and he has to follow us from room to room and he's not real keen on us going out, but the signs point to these issues abating as he settles in.

Pictures will be coming soon as we still don't have broadband.