I hadn't seen Toby in two years. He had become African Diplomat Dog, with his own full time bodyguards. He supped on mutton, rice, carrots and yogurt. When I first knew him, he was a Country Dog, living near folk artists and peacock tenders. Then he became Suburb Dog, with a greenway to walk on and ducks to drool after. Now, after his stint on another continent, he's City Dog. He trots along with his mid-day dog walker, who I imagine has twenty dogs on the same leash. Who knows if that's accurate. But I like the vision.