Don’t let his dashing good looks and schnazzy sense of fashion fool you.
This is one neurotic, hyper, nosey, needy little dog. He has bad manners and a compulsive need to lick you directly in your mouth.
(That’s Tex, by the way.)
You know how at little kid birthday parties, there is always that one kid that has to be in the middle of everything, opening the birthday boy’s gifts because the birthday boy isn’t doing it right, or fast enough, or something?
If Toby was a kid, he would be THAT kid.
He’s always under foot. And if he sees your rear end lowering itself toward a chair, he WILL get to that chair before you do.
He’s got a bit of a sensitive stomach. Which means any time he gets too excited, he gets the “scours” (Tex’s terminology for diarrhea). Which, of course, is most of the time.
We try to avoid giving him people food, but about as soon as we got into the rental, he discovered that he can stand on the couch and look at me like this:
And darnit if that face isn’t hard to resist!
When he was a puppy, he looked like this:
Even harder to resist.
And he sure does love Junior.
Even with all things considered, I guess maybe we’ll keep him.