By Mari Pothier | firstname.lastname@example.org
Photo by Mari Pothier
The first time I saw Toby he was curled up on a green towel in a metal pen, outside of Petco.
He was part of an animal rescue organization called Paw Safe in Tampa. I really didn’t bother with the little terrier mutt, who had brown, wiry fur and was nothing more than skin and bones, because a howling beagle who was his cage mate stole my attention. I was 13-years-old and my family had no intention of getting a dog anytime soon. So little did I know that the little terrier scruff, lying sadly on a towel would become one of my greatest pals.