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Feb 27 2014

In December of 2004, as part of my Christmas letter to family and friends, I included the following paragraph about my dog Toby:
"The new thing in my life is a Golden Retriever puppy named Toby.  As my family will attest, I was not exactly in favor of taking in a dog, but emotion prevailed over common sense, and he joined me in April as a fuzzy little 20-pound puppy.  Now, at 10 months old, he has grown to be 65 pounds of boundless energy, with muscles like coiled springs of tempered steel -- but still a puppy!  He is a rogue and a rascal, but he has wormed himself into the innermost part of my life and heart.  He keeps me on my toes. Just when I think everything is under control, there all of a sudden he will appear in front of me, with one of my valuable possessions in his mouth, and his head cocked, and his eyes gleaming, and a “come-on-let’s-play-chase-me-around-the house” look on his face.  Nothing is sacred. Anything that I foolishly leave within his reach -- this month’s electric bill, that refund check, somebody’s borrowed book -- all get chewed up.  Last month, I shot my age on the golf course, and had the duly signed, fully authenticated score card hanging on my refrigerator.  Toby ate it, of course.  But it’s hard to get mad at him.  When he senses that he’s in the doghouse, he comes over and plops his head in my lap, and I know that he’s mine forever."


In December of 2005, as part of my Christmas letter to family and friends, I included the following paragraph about my dog Toby:
"My Golden Retriever named Toby has become a central figure in my life. Although 22 months old, he is still a puppy and still a rascal.  Playing keep-away with my valuable possessions is still his favorite pastime.  Although one of the reasons for getting him in the first place was his potential value as a watchdog, I have crossed that reason off the list.  Watchdog he is not!  He is everybody’s friend.  He’s a born show-off, a shameless ham, who relishes any audience he can get.  He basks in attention and soaks it up like a sponge.  When visitors come, he waits until everybody is gathered in the backyard and then jumps in the pool and swims around just to show off.  The water is 48º, but he never blinks an eye.  Although still a rogue and a rascal, he has become my true and faithful companion. When I reach down to scratch a silky ear, and he leans into the pressure of my touch, with his eyes half-closed in bliss, I know that we have a friendship that is priceless."

In December of 2006, as part of my Christmas letter to family and friends, I included the following paragraph about my dog Toby:
"My Golden Retriever named Toby has become a central figure in my life. He is my true and faithful companion, and he's such a good dog!!  Not that Toby and I don't have our issues.  The current issue has to do with the mats of tangled hair that keep developing on different parts of his body.  He's not very cooperative but I have managed to get out most of the mats by combing.  However, until last month, the serious one that was still left was the mat in his tail.  It was a big, tough one, and the comb was no match for it.  I decided that the only way to get it out was to take the scissors and cut it out (although the experts say this is bad technique).   But Toby was not having any part of those scissors.  And that's as far as I would ever get. It was a stand-off, and I was about ready to throw in the towel and hand him over to the dog groomers at Sherry's Pampered Pets.  However, when Nancy was over at my house the other day and we were talking about this issue we decided on one last different plan of attack, built around the fact that Toby has a definite defect in his character. (He’s addicted to licking me on the face.)  So, in accordance with our plan, I got down on the floor with him, with my arms around his head, and my face right close to his, and while he was deliriously licking me in the face, Nancy closed in from behind and cut the knot out of his tail.  Toby never knew what happened.

Since then he has developed another fairly large mat under his left hind leg, but I think I’ll let that one go for a while.  There is only so much face-licking a person can take."

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After retiring in 1985, he has continued as a legal consultant for the company and has developed a second career, specializing in computer databases. He still donates his time at the Law Department and devotes considerable time and effort doing volunteer work on databases for the Research Library of the Phoenix Art Museum.

“My activities for the Law Department and for the Phoenix Art Museum keep me busy for most of my time and, in my mind, are responsible in large part for being able to stay healthy and live life to the fullest since my retirement in 1985.”

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