Liland, growing up, we had a brown dachsund named Toby, or as we commonly called her (because of her fatness), Tobble Dobble (as in Weebles Wobbles but they don't fall down). Every place we lived in through the years, she had her own special route that she would walk on, during a certain time of day....she knew that all the suckers on that route would feed her something....sandwiches, cookies, ice cream, you name it she probably had some one give it to her.....there were times she was so fat her belly would scrape the ground.

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