Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
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Monday, February 16, 2015

I Miss Little Toby

In 1989 we were without a dog.  I brought my children to piano lessons and met Petunia(Toby's sister).  There was a family in the village of Clifton Springs who was giving out puppies.  I think it was a week later and I told Bill (the pianist's husband) that I had stopped in but nobody was home.  Bill explained that he knew that they were being given away so go back and just take one.  I did.  I guess, in retrospect, I sort of stole him.  He was in an open garage with a barricade to keep him in.

Why did I name him Toby?  It popped into my mind.  Later I found the interesting Bible story of Tobit.  It is very interesting, complete with angels, demons and social justice.  (the guy paid his workers the same wage he took).  It also has a miraculous healing, using burnt fish guts.  I recommend it.  It is not in all the bibles.........wait, the burnt fish drives the demon away and the fish gall cures blindness.  It is the only place in the bible where a dog is mentioned in the story.

Toby's ears went upright like a Scotty dog's.  (he looked very Scottish, so I assumed he was half Scottish terrier).  He loved the farm life.  He chased rats in the barn and would finish them off.

He was dropped by a guest at our house so he was never one to enjoy being carried.  He and I would go for walks on our farm and down the road.  When he walked fast he would skip one foot up.  When he was fed sometimes he would split his kibble exactly in half....to save for later.


Sadly he ate a mouse or rat that had been poisoned ..and he did not survive.


This is a little sculpy type material rendition of Toby made by me.

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