When you can't get it locally ...

It's been a really long week for Toby.

My good friend Susie and I drove to Ft. Worth last week with Toby in the middle of the ice storm. After we arrived, we found his girlfriend wasn't ready.  Whatever the weather, he waited. Of course he was patient.

Providing sperm in a strange place has got to be exhausting. Like the vet said: It's not like we can show him doggy porn to get this accomplished.

So Toby went to Texas for a girl. He was fine with that.

Girl dog? Not so fine with it. She bared her teeth. She growled. She snarled.

Toby, standing there with the love of God in his heart, just waited. Girl dog has to be ready, the vet said. So Toby had to stay until she was ready. Isn't that how it always is? Like the country music song says:
"Might as well go on and get used to it
She'll take her time 'cause you don't mind
Waitin' on a woman."

If you really want the story, all I can say is, the union was not consummated. Therefore -- we have something called artificial insemination. We don't care how the sperm reaches the eggs, we just want a Toby puppy.

Monday and Tuesday, Toby dutifully provided sperm. Today, he got a ride home.

Susie, who participated in the entire escapade, says Toby needs a hot bath and his teeth brushed. No kidding.

So when Toby and I took a walk this evening, this sign at a church in my neighborhood just spoke volumes. I hope you, like Toby, will do the same.

Had to add this picture of sweet Baby Mama Greenlee….Cross your fingers for some lovely puppies!

Greenlee the lady who inspired the message: Gone to Texas