Here he is - Togo, Mr. Taco, Big Puppy, Sweet Boy- what ever you want to call him. He pretty much answers to all of it. But this is him, all 125 pounds of him. All 125 pounds of "I have no clue how big I am and therefore I insist on being a lapdog" him. All "did some-one just open a refrigerator, food container or drink bottle and why are they not sharing with me" Togo. Togo is our first dog. Before him we thought we were not really dog people - WRONG. At least we are Togo people, and we are Togo's people. He has developed a sweet protective demeanor around us. If any other dog wants to hang around us too long to be petted, Togo just walks and positions himself between us and that other dog - he does not bark, he does not show any emotion , he just moves in and stands there. "My people, all mine" he seems to be saying. And it goes all back to him - our Togo, all ours!!! With a bellyrub!
