Togo Goes Spirit Animal

A lot of people make assumptions when they see me. 

Some think that I am probably an unfriendly type. I’m a little on the large side, for one thing. Although I would hasten to say (as I often do to Momma) that I am just right and she shouldn’t worry about monitoring my calorie intake. 

And some people think that since I’m a dog that I like to be around other dogs. This is only partially correct. I choose my dog friends very carefully. So, I would respectfully request that you keep your dog away from me until I say it’s okay.

But those are all assumptions. 

The other day, I was on a group chat when the subject of spirit animals came up and we were all sharing what we thought our spirit animal was.

Others can tell that I’m partly gray wolf. I try to remind them that was a long time ago. If Daddy read the DNA report right and did his math right, one of my great-grandparents was a gray wolf. Daddy often does math wrong, but he showed his work to me, and I am pretty certain that he is right. About this. (Of course, there are variations of this that involve percentages. So, for example, both of my great-grandparents could have been half gray wolves. I became extremely bored when Daddy started showing me the other possibilities and walked off to dig in the flowerbed. I’ve found that to be a good technique when Daddy gets to over-explaining things. That also is why I dig in the flower bed a lot.) 

The wolf part of me seems to make some people glad and some people afraid. Because of this, everyone assumes that the wolf is my spirit animal.

But I wonder. 

I like to run like the wind. So maybe my spirit animal is a cheetah. I also like Chee-tos, so there’s a definite connection there. (Although, orange isn’t a great color on me. Daddy once told me I looked presidential. That was a different president than we have now, so I guess I’ve lost the look.)

I like to stand and watch people. Some people say it’s spooky. But I’m just interested and learning. So maybe my spirit animal is an owl. 

But mainly, I like to get up close to people so that they can pat me and rub my back. And tell me I’m a good boy. 

So maybe that’s my spirit animal. “Togo — the Good Boy.”