Toby left yesterday. But not before he wiggled his way into our hearts. Make that “Scottied” his way into our hearts.
Scotties have a way of “Scottie-ing” their way into things, don’t they? They Scottie their way under a bush or into a thicket of ivy. Or Scottie their way into your soul. All of them do that. There’s just something about them.
That toe (cow hoof to be more precise) hadn’t been moved since Stuart left it under the coffee table in the living room last year. Well, that’s not entirely true. We move it to vacuum, but generally it stays in its place. Right where he left it.
The Dad Peep and I are glad Toby found it. And we’re glad he came to visit.