My folks have two dogs. The newer pooper of the two is Tippy who is a black and white mop of a dog. My folks claim that Tippy is really my sister Tammy's dog but Tammy moved out and Tippy didn't. Tammy claims that Tippy is my mom's dog. 
My Dad's dog is Toby 2 (the unfortunately named). Toby 2 came to being part of the Tomlins after the obese Toby 1 met his inevitable death (to see the incredibly fat Toby 1, go here). A while after Toby 1's death, my parents were on a trip and came across some dachshund puppies for sale. That is where they met and fell in love with the (at the time) incredibly cute Toby 1. When us kids found out about the puppy we begged our mother not to follow her mother's footsteps in naming successive dogs the same thing. We obviously failed. "I'm just going to end up calling it the same thing anyway" she argues. Turns out she occasionally calls me Toby, also.Toby as a puppy had a small overbite that my folks thought was pretty cute. But as the puppy grew, his lower jaw did not. The once cute overbite turned into a serious deformity. As a result, Toby 2's lower jaw is the size of a puppy's so his tongue perpetually hangs out. It gives him character. And the ability to rest it on your leg or drag it across your arm.
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I feel guilty laughing about it. Does that make me evil?
oh, poor toby 2. that's so sad.
No, it doesn't make you evil. And he isn't sad. He doesn't know he is different. He's still a good dog.
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