He is a black lab mix. Occassionaly I check the local shelters doggy page. I just happened to be the other day (despite the fact I did not want a dog, really I didn't) Hadassah crawled up on my lap and saw a small thumbnail of Toby and yelled "my doggy, my doggy, we have to go get my doggy!" It was after all just her birthday and she didn't get alot. My husband was out of town, I thought well why not! Ha I never think things through. I wish I did. I got excited, still not wanting a dog mind you. The next day we bought all of the supplies and went and picked him up.
He is sweet as can be. He is wonderful with the children, besides walking on a leash when he wants to get something. He still needs some work with that. But he is over a year old and he is house broken. The first couple of nights he slept in my room when Jamie wasn't home. But when Jamie did get home, he chose, himself to sleep in his crate with free access to our room. If Syhven wakes up and cries out, he rushes in our room, smells the bed then goes back in and lays down. Again though I did not think things through. Every time he comes in, he tends to bring dusty paw prints on the hardwood floor, which I can not stand. He has slobber hanging from his jowls more often then not. The crate is louder than all get out in the night so he wakes me up a bunch. And he has very dry skin right now, so he itches and bites throughout the night, as if I didn't get woke up enough with all of the bathroom trips and Syhven. Oh well, he is here, he is ours and I do think he is a keeper :-)