For most of my childhood, we had a dachshund that we called "Toggle". We weren't very savvy about training her. In fact, trying to get her to catch a ball consisted of using and elastic band to tie a piece of cold meat onto the ball, showing it to her then throwing it. She would amble over to it, eat the piece of meat then continue about her business sans ball. Despite the fact that tricks weren't in her repertoire, Toggle was always there for me. I remember heading down to visit her in her basket bed so that I could lay my head on her stomach and have a good cry. She was most sympathetic and comforting and never moved a muscle. This altered tin is my ode to dogs and my entry for this week's Saturday Surprise challenge this week.