Togo Goes Party Animal

People assume that, since I’m 1/8 wolf, I’m some kind of wild creature. If you’ve met me in person, you know that is the farthest from the truth.

In fact, I am a very mild-mannered, sophisticated canine with advanced training in logic. And, I’ll have you know that I was a far better selection for Speaker of the House than the fellow the Republicans eventually chose. I’m also a bit of a prophet and I’m telling you that little road show won’t go very far.

If you’ve been reading along in my stories you know that I am logical almost to a fault. Note that I said “almost” because it would truly be impossible for me to be logical completely to a fault. Why? (And get ready for the logic . . .) Because then I wouldn’t be logical. Daddy says that it is circuitous reasoning and invalid on its face. Yet we all know that Daddy isn’t logical and his opinion is to be discounted.

With so much polish and panache, I know that it is hard for you to think of me as a party animal. But I have to say, I can certainly get down. I’m not totally sure what that means but I am really good at three, sometimes four tricks. And lying down is definitely one of my better ones. It doesn’t even have to be on command.

And I can dance.

And run really fast.

And catch leaves on my nose.

Of course, some of the more strenuous things were when I was younger. Now, as a mature adult, I enjoy small parties in my backyard with family . . .

. . . and a small group of friends.

I always have time to celebrate. Drop by when you want to get crazy!