Not for their 16-hour sleeping habits. Or their ability to favour New Zealand organic apples over China non-organic apples. Or their 4-course post-dinner degustation that includes Nature Valley Granola Bars, organic apples, dental sticks and Carr's Table Water crackers (my dad insisted those crackers are better as they have the Royal Warrant).
But for their ability to make my tough-as-nails dad succumb to their aesthetically-challenged but uber-adorable ways and quirks.
Take Toro, for instance.
When my dad takes him out for walks, he would gleefully trot along like a happy boy scout really to whip out his marshmallows at campfire. But when it is time to turn back, he would suddenly become glued to the ground and insist that my dad carries him home.
I have evidence to prove!
There's Toro refusing to budge.
There's Toro appealing to my dad's paternal instincts.
There's my dad sweeping Toro off his feet.
There's the master and the pet.
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Where's Cesar Milan when you need him?!
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