Poor Toby

Toby is my male Schnauzer.
Intact, in a house of four fixed females.
I never thought it would make any difference, but lately I have reconsidered.
Some stray dogs were loitering in the neighborhood in the last couple of days, and I think one, or maybe more of them must have been in heat or close to, for poor Toby has been glued to the front gate waiting, waiting for these canine dames to reappear.
He even refused his dinner so as not to miss his vigilance at the gate.
The canine dames won't be back, but poor Toby, surrounded by spayed females, still hopes. And prays, I'm sure.