Last night, when my wife and I stopped off at the little Neighborhood WalMart we were walking around me pushing the cart, momma putting things in the cart. We encountered a discussion with a very presentable looking fellow holding his dog. Now, I'm used to seeing people in various stores with goats, pigs, chickens, moo cows, and camels in tow as "service" animals. I've got to admit I was shocked to see the store employee getting slightly annoyed with the fellow for having his little dog with him. They said he'd need a leash for the dog. I walked over to see if I could be of assistance (stick my nose in someone else's business) because so help me this dog was Toto's twin. Only he looked like Toto at about nine months of age since that was how old the dog was. I was so taken aback, that I told the store guy we would help the man if need be. The store guy went on his way, kind of brushing the whole thing off. The fellow said it was his wife's "service" dog, and had done her a lot of good. I didn't inquire about the woman, or why he had the dog. I simply asked if I could hold the little dog for just a minute because I had lost my little buddy about a month ago (exactly 30 days ago). He said sure, and the little dog came right to me, and I held him for a minute. He even smelled like Toto. I don't know why I ran onto this guy, but I'm glad I did, it was like the dream I had about Toto, it felt good holding his twin. If the guy hadn't have already told me it was his wife's service dog, I would have offered him a thousand dollars on the spot for him. If that wasn't enough, I would have maxed out the ATM for the difference. Alas, I handed the little dog back, and thanked him for letting me hold him.