Tobey was just seven weeks old when we adopted him. He was shep/rott mix, black and tan and the cutest puppy you have ever seen. Loved to attack our feet and when you went to sweep he would always try and grab the end of the broom. Tobey had a thing for my yellow flip-flop and anytime I needed my shoe I would just have to find him and there was my shoe. Tobey loved it outdoors, would'nt wander far from us, would do his little run just to trip each time and roll down the hill only to get up and do the same thing all over again. One time we had puppy food in this large red bowl and in the center of the bowl sat Tobey just eatting away. Tobey always stood tall and proud head held high tail straight up wagging, always a friendly and loving puppy. Saddly just before midnite easter sunday Tobey was killed by the same dogs he knew as family, for some unknown reason they turned on him and killed him. Tobey you will always be in our hearts, rest in peace and know that we love you.