Meet Tobi-Wan-Kenobi: A Master of Naps, an Emotional Enigma, and 70lbs of Pure Curiosity
Hello there! I’m Tobi (or Tobi-Wan-Kenobi if we are being formal). I’m a 70-pound mass of muscle and emotions with an irresistibly adorable face that constantly projects a complex mix of deep sadness, love, worry, and happiness. I am a gentle, curious spazoid who snores like a grandpa, whimpers like a sad seal at SeaWorld, and produces farts that could legitimately be considered a bioweapon.
Let’s be completely transparent: there is a Light Side and a Dark Side to my personality.
The Light Side (Inside Tobi)
I’m a chill, attentive, couch-loving house hippo. I will follow you around the house like your shadow, snuggle up for some serious naps, and get deeply emotionally invested in The Great British Baking Show. I know the word for going outside to poop (I pronounce it "BARK"), and if John Prine or Willie Nelson comes on the radio, prepare for maximum wiggle butt. I am incredibly smart, completely cool with hugs, and motivated by Costco chicken jerky and Kraft singles.
The Dark Side (Outside Tobi)
Picture a 70-pound podracer with a stuck throttle. I am intensely curious about the world, and I will engage all of my muscle and low center of gravity to pull you toward whatever I want to smell, see, or meet. It’s not aggression – I am just vibrating with excitement and a desperate eagerness to play! My loose-leash walking is currently at kindergarten level, so you’ll need a strong arm, a good sense of humor, and some patience to keep up with me.
My Backstory and Quirks
My life has been a bit of a rollercoaster. Legend has it that my mom chewed off a few of my toes when I was in the litter (I don't really miss them, to be honest!). I started out as an indoor family dog with two tiny humans I absolutely adored. But a sudden family life change meant I was forced to live outside with almost zero human contact. Thankfully, the kind neighbors who used to sneak me biscuits through the fence eventually took me in right before the freezing winter hit.
Because of my lonely time outside, I developed some intense separation anxiety. I used to hate being left alone and could bust out of a plastic airport crate faster than the Millennium Falcon making the Kessel Run. But I am healing! Today, I take a daily 20mg Fluoxetine pill (wrapped in a piece of cheese) to help keep the anxiety at bay so I can learn and not freak out all the time. Thanks to my cozy wire "Alcatraz" kennel, some soothing music, and a bully stick, I am now perfectly fine chilling alone for about four hours.
Feature Details
The Setup: A house with a large fenced-in yard is a MUST so I can run around leash-free safely. (No apartments for me!)
The Family: I would absolutely love a family with kids (I love kids!) and maybe another playful dog to hang out with.
The Vibe: A family that doesn't mind a dog with the occasional hyperdrive malfunction (zoomies), who understands that car rides currently make me puke, and who is willing to let me sleep in the human bed (or at least on the couch).
I am basically C-3PO navigating an asteroid field of emotion. If you have the patience to help me work through my spazzy moments out in public, you will be rewarded with the best, most loving, and wonderfully goofy best friend in the galaxy!
