- Toby is a rather cheeky and adorable Chesapeake Bay retriever
- His BFF (best friend forever) is Lauren
- Favourite toys - The KONG, new balls from his friends Jayden and Sara, and surprise toys from Alex and Zachery!
- Favourite Activities - Fetching Balls, sticks, stuffed animals, pretty much anything! Aswell as swimming and searching for balls, sticks, stuffed animals…pretty much anything hidden around the house
- Favourite Hobby - Volunteering at a hospital with the CHIMO Project, a well-respected Pet Assisted Therapy Program in Edmonton, Alberta.
- Favourite Project - Co-writing two books !! On Toby's Tales and Toby and his Hospital Patients
- Favourite Websites - His own of course !! Toby's Tales and On Toby's Terms
- He is soon going to be a MOVIE STAR!!
- Toby has a MISSION !! A Million Acts of Kindness – Toby’s Global Mission. The goal - to bring kindness to the forefront in family, community,
workplace, and ultimately, the world. Toby knows that every act of
kindness that is extended, leaves a PAWsitive impact and inspires another. A little doggy excerpt from his book On Toby's TermsOh, Toby!You never know when your life is going to change.“Hi, honey,” I said into my cell phone as I unlocked mycar. “I gave my presentation; it went great, and I’m on myway home. How was your day?”“My day was wonderful . . . until I walked into thehouse.”“Uh-oh . . .”“The place is a total disaster.Your dog knocked over allfour dining room chairs, the lamp in the living room, and
that little table your mom gave you.”"My dog?” I sank into the driver’s seat, clutching my cell
phone, suddenly dreading the three-hour drive from Calgaryback to Edmonton because of what I envisioned I’dfind when I got home.“I’m at my wits’ end, Char. There’s mud and bloodeverywhere.”I froze in the act of turning the ignition key. “Blood?”“That darned dog climbed on the kitchen counter,knocked over the knife block, and cut two of his feet. Thenhe tracked blood all over the kitchen, the living room, thehallways, the basement . . .”“Is he okay?”“Ishe okay? What about me?”I cringed at the volume of his voice. “I’m sorry, honey,”I said, visualizing our eighty-five pound Chesapeake Bayretriever walking across the kitchen counter, the sink, andstove, tracking blood. “How bad are his cuts?”“Not too bad, but I had to pin him down to get his feetcleaned up and bandage his two front paws. He’ll live.”Christopher didn’t sound altogether pleased at theprospect.Under other circumstances, a vision of my normallymild-mannered and easygoing husband chasing our dogthrough the house might have been amusing. But not now.Apart from the cut feet, which was a new twist, this wasnot the first—or the second, or the third—disaster we’dfaced since bringing Toby into our home a few months earlier.It was peculiar, because for the first few weeks after wegot him, things had been quite uneventful. But now oneincident led to another.“There’s more,” Chris said. “He knocked the books andcandles off the coffee table and tipped the wooden table inthe foyer over so it was blocking the door. I could barely getin. The flower planters were knocked over and so was thewater cooler, which had a full canister of water in it this2 On Toby’s Termsmorning. Not now. Now the water’s all over our nice hardwoodfloor. That damn dog tore the boot racks from thecloset wall and emptied the contents into the frontentrance. He tracked bloody footprints all over the downstairscarpet. The house looks like a crime scene.”“It can’t be that bad.”“It can’t? You wouldn’t recognize the kitchen or livingroom. Char, when I assess all the damage caused by thisunruly, incorrigible, untrained, ill-mannered, and soon-tohave-another-home dog . . .”“Don’t say that. I know there have been some problems,but Toby’s a great dog in so many ways. He’s just got a littleproblem and we’ll fix it.”“Alittle problem? You should see the phone in thekitchen. It’s bloody, too. Maybe he was trying to call 9-1-1.”“That’s funny, Chris!” I laughed. “Just hang on, honey.I’ll be home soon.”“Not funny,” my dear husband replied. “I’ve had it thistime. I’m done with that dog!”“Please, just hang on. When I get home, I’ll help youclean up after my . . . afterour dog.”I heard him release a deep breath. “We can’t keep livingon Toby’s terms.”But lately we were.911?Oh, Toby!Follow Tobys Book Blog Tour
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