Toby pants the day through and sheds fur like a flustered old man. He chases cats in the new neighborhood and finds chicken bones to eat, licks my knees when I get home from work with sweat and dirt on my legs. I'm starting to feel settled in the new neighborhood, being with Toby helps, he instantly warms the neighbors to me. The kids down the street have tiny dogs that look like toys and they giggle when they learn Toby has the same name as their stepdad. Later I walk by their house and they're strapped onto ATV's and motorbikes screaming "Toby! Toby! Who will be the leader?" and Toby cocks his head, but they're yelling at their stepdad. The neighbors two houses down drink Miller Lite from coozies and listen to "There's a tear in my beer" on their truck stereo while admiring Toby for being a "fluff-ball" and a "big ole baby"...
Really, who could resist?
