Toby says Hello & shares a little of On Toby's Terms !

Lets have some more Toby Time!!  Just can't get enough of him!!

Woofy Facts 

• 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 Terms
  Oh, Toby!
  You never know when your life is going to change.
  “Hi, honey,” I said into my cell phone as I unlocked my
  car. “I gave my presentation; it went great, and I’m on my
  way home. How was your day?”
  “My day was wonderful . . . until I walked into the
  house.”
  “Uh-oh . . .”
  “The place is a total disaster.
  Your dog knocked over all
  four 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 Calgary
  back to Edmonton because of what I envisioned I’d
  find when I got home.
  “I’m at my wits’ end, Char. There’s mud and blood
  everywhere.”
  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. Then
  he tracked blood all over the kitchen, the living room, the
  hallways, the basement . . .”
  “Is he okay?”
  “Is
  he okay? What about me?”
  I cringed at the volume of his voice. “I’m sorry, honey,”
  I said, visualizing our eighty-five pound Chesapeake Bay
  retriever walking across the kitchen counter, the sink, and
  stove, tracking blood. “How bad are his cuts?”
  “Not too bad, but I had to pin him down to get his feet
  cleaned up and bandage his two front paws. He’ll live.”
  Christopher didn’t sound altogether pleased at the
  prospect.
  Under other circumstances, a vision of my normally
  mild-mannered and easygoing husband chasing our dog
  through the house might have been amusing. But not now.
  Apart from the cut feet, which was a new twist, this was
  not the first—or the second, or the third—disaster we’d
  faced since bringing Toby into our home a few months earlier.
  It was peculiar, because for the first few weeks after we
  got him, things had been quite uneventful. But now one
  incident led to another.
  “There’s more,” Chris said. “He knocked the books and
  candles off the coffee table and tipped the wooden table in
  the foyer over so it was blocking the door. I could barely get
  in. The flower planters were knocked over and so was the
  water cooler, which had a full canister of water in it this
  2 On Toby’s Terms
  morning. Not now. Now the water’s all over our nice hardwood
  floor. That damn dog tore the boot racks from the
  closet wall and emptied the contents into the front
  entrance. He tracked bloody footprints all over the downstairs
  carpet. The house looks like a crime scene.”
  “It can’t be that bad.”
  “It can’t? You wouldn’t recognize the kitchen or living
  room. Char, when I assess all the damage caused by this
  unruly, 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 little
  problem and we’ll fix it.”
  “A
  little problem? You should see the phone in the
  kitchen. 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 this
  time. I’m done with that dog!”
  “Please, just hang on. When I get home, I’ll help you
  clean up after my . . . after
  our dog.”
  I heard him release a deep breath. “We can’t keep living
  on Toby’s terms.”
  But lately we were.
  911?
  Oh, Toby! 
    
  
  
  
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