Meet Toby

Listen; I've been told that I'm of an absolutely majestic size, but I haven't let it go to my (sizable) head. What DOES go to my massive noggin? Your hand. Repeatedly. I must be pet, and I'm afraid that is a non-negotiable criterion of my adoption. When I've had enough of head-butting, I like to roll on my back and stretch way, way out to my full, kingly extent. I hope you have enough room in your home—and your heart!

KAR Office was his foster parent.