I was born in the year of the Dog. I met this handsome Mr. Tobies on 2008 when I visited my sister who lived in Philadelphia. It was very impressed to see him waiting for my sister in front of her room (he knew she was in the room). He loved to walk around the Northern Liberties neighborhood with us but when a stranger asked us if she could walk him for a while we found Mr. Tobies suddenly sit on the ground with deep sigh and never move. He was very stubborn, but so sweet, like a real person. He was a big boy, a Bernese Mountain Dog. We became best friends; he always showed me his belly and let me know that he is there for me. R.I.P. Mr. Tobies, I think of you very often!