White dog Toto had a tiny red tongue, and his stuffing was also crimson. To my six-year-old eyes, when his seams started to separate beneath his knitted collar, it appeared as though he was bleeding. That evening, my father took Toto in his arms and headed off for his shift in the emergency hospital. Dad gave me the X-rays and Polaroid pictures of the procedure the following day. A perfect row of stitches could be seen on Toto's neck behind the bandage. The injury report is still with me! Dad, you're greatly loved