When I look in the mirror I see... Toby?!?!!?

So the last two days, Joe (one of the overnight Techs) has has said the same thing, "You know Brian, your dog looks a lot like you." I'm really not sure how to take that. I mean I know they say that a dog looks like it's owner... But I regularly call him funny looking and fat! (yes I know it's rude and yes he has been on a diet for a while and he has lost a lot of weight but still.) This all started when a client saw him through the pharmacy window (I've been dog sitting him while my folks are house hunting in Jersey and I take him to work with me and he chills in the pharmacy with me) (and yes I'm waiting for the day that he licks the floor and gets stoned) and remarked that he was such a character, Joe heard this and said, "Yeah so's his owner." A little while later he comes up and drops the "Toby looks like me bomb." And I think it's given me a complex.

I mean, I guess he's kinda cute in a funny looking way. And yes the girls here seem to (ok, do) get more excited to see him than me when they get here in the mornings. And yes he does have the ability to get girls to love on him for hours at a time (Lord knows Lauren and Katie squeal like little girls and go into baby talk mode whenever they see him showering him with affection). But still he's defiantly not a chick magnet, he's not big and manly enough for me to show off with and he's not a cute little puppy anymore (can anyone explain why girls are drawn to small things and babies like flies to honey?). He's basically useless, he doesn't really know how to play, he sleeps like 22 hours a day and when he's not sleeping he's either eating or demanding that you pet him (Chris got it right, it's like he's saying, "you have two hands... why aren't they petting me?") Do I really want to look like him?

Despite all of that I do love the little shit... he's (relatively) well behaved, doesn't pee on my floor, and really seems to like me (mom complains that he only gets excited when I come home, that he doesn't get riled up for her, dad, the UPS guy or any other visitors we get. She says, "You're defiantly his Boy.") I am going to miss him when they move to Jersey, dad jokes that he should stay with me, but let's be honest, not only would Tory kill him (and me for keeping him), Dad would miss him, he likes Toby a lot more than he lets on.

I guess they have a way of worming themselves into our hearts, I love having him around. I look forward to that aspect of when my parents go househunting. It's like they make our lives complete. I think I've heard a quote that goes, "Dogs might not be our whole lives, but they make our lives whole." I've decided that a place that'll allow a dog is a requirement for wherever I live next. I can't wait to have my own dog, I think 50-75lbs would be about right, doesn't matter what gender or breed (hell, mutts seem to be healthier and have fewer behavioral issues). A puppy to train on my own (and use to meet chicks) would be ideal, but there are way too many dogs that need to be rescued to be too picky.

Oh well, I have another 6 months before I really have to worry about all that. Until then Toby in all his weirdness will do. (But dammit I do not look like him!)



-B