Toto
For those of you that knew Toto - he had a good life. He came to us a pup in 1989. He was a black scottie, rather large for his breed but proprotionate. He had massive jaws that could dispatch a windowsill in nothing flat. He was always on the prowl for threats real or imagined. He tolerated the parade of his girls' boyfriends, barely. He was always up for a nice snack or a item purlioned from the table or trash. On December 26, 2002 he was too sick to continue. There is so much to say about what he meant to us. A steady companion, defender of the realm and a warm place in the bed on cold nights. He was a good friend