Instant Dose of Relief for the Morose

It is within Mister Toto's herding instinct to ensure everybody in the house is intact. He would come to my room, linger for a moment, then to the study room where my parents usually hang out after dinner, then to the living room and the cycle goes on.

Sometimes, when I am feeling melancholy in the comforts of my room, he trods in amidst his inspection. He would then comfortably nest himself right beside my bed, nudge my hands with his snout and give this quizzical look -



It is as if he is saying

"An chua ani (Why so) unhappy? Come, tell Uncle Toto your problem. I lend you my raw hide bone, okay?"