Toby
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Toby came to us from Aussie Rescue in 2004. He’d been living outside with his pack for a year, and I’d been warned that he was “the wild one.” But the minute he drove up in the truck, sitting bolt upright in the front seat with the facial markings of a well-made up geisha, our eyes locked and I knew my long search for a new dog was over. And, just to clinch it, both my mother’s and my own childhood dogs had been named Toby, which seemed like a good omen. True, he broke all the rules during his two-week trial period. Not used to living indoors, he assumed desks and tables were for jumping on, tails were for knocking things over with, glasses were for biting through, and the way to greet people was to try to knock them over. And being part border collie with strong herding instincts, he rounded up all the dogs in the park. He needed training, and he needed a job. So after a few sessions with Lee Mannix of the Canine Center, we took up agility. But racing round an agility course lost its appeal for both of us as we grew older and slower. So we looked for a therapy-training program and found Divine Canines and Paul Mann.
Toby is inquisitive, lively, playful, and friendly. He’s loyal but unsentimental, and prefers petting when it’s accompanied by treats. He loves children, whose faces he licks and whose books he holds open with his paw, but he understands that grown-ups must be treated with dignity and behaves appropriately (most of the time) at The Summit and Westminster.
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