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Age: 5 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
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Leave a bone for Wilson
Nicknames:
Will Son, Son, Baby-dog, My Wilson
Doggie Dynamics:
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Sun Sign: 
November 25th 2006
Arrival Story:
It was January 3, 2007, the day of the appointment for the ultrasound on the two lumps that the doctor had found in my right breast right after Christmas. It was impossible to keep my mind on anything at work. The appointment was at 2 o'clock. I stayed until lunchtime and left to go home. I was going to try to settle my mind and relax a little before the appointment. That was all I could think about and it had been that way ever since the lumps were discovered. I pulled into the drive, got out of the car with my door key in my hand. I was in automatic, not paying attention to anything around me. I went into the screened porch to the back door, and I tripped. Tripped on a puppy. A mangy, starving puppy. You could see every bone in his little body. His hair was so thin and his skin so red. There were sores from scratching and sores at every joint on his body. Pressure sores from there being no meat on his bones to cushion his joints when he lay down. His little tail had part of the bone showing where someone did a terrible hatchet job of cutting off his tail, trying to dock it, like a bull dog. And he was wagging that little nub as fast as the speed of light. He was happy. He was pitiful, and he was happy. And his whole body wiggled. I had never seen a dog so skinny. Every vertabrae, every rib, his hip joints, you could see all of his bones. His legs were bowed. His head was swollen. And still he wagged that nubby tail. His little ears didn't stand straight up but they didn't lay down either. They flopped over at the tips, the hairless tips. My God, where did this poor baby come from? How did he get on my porch. Someone had to open the door and put him there. He couldn't have gotten in any other way. He really didn't look like he could have walked from the road to my house. It was a long way for such a weak little pup. What am I going to do? I had to leave in a short while for the appointment. But here was this pitiful little puppy, looking at me and wiggling that little nub like I was the greatest thing in his life. I had to figure something out, to feed him, find a bowl for some water, had to make him a place to lay down, a warm place. A puppy. What was I going to do with a puppy? I didn't know anything about puppies. I had always had cats. I was a cat person. My last cat had died at age 13 of cancer. I was not over her loss and did not want another since losing her had been so hard. And I had an appointment to keep, so I had to hurry to fix something for him. That had my full attention. I didn't dwell on the lumps. I had to get everything set for the poor puppy before I left. Hopefully he would still be there when I got home. Hopefully, he would still be alive. He was so pitiful. And he ate the little bits of leftover turkey I fed him. I was afraid to feed him much, afraid he would get sick - or sicker. He seemed satisfied with that little bit, maybe more than he had eaten in a while. He curled up in box I had put some old towels in for him to lay on. He slept.
The Groups I'm In:
Million Dog March, The Alabama Dog Lover's Club!
I've Been On Dogster Since:
| December 1st 2007 |
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More than 4 years! |
Rosette, Star and Special Gift History
Dogster Id:
674704
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June 11th 2009 10:20 am
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Lots of changes at Wilson's house! Mama has brought in ssssoooo many other dogs to play with! Sometimes they leave, but sometimes they stay with us, me and mama. I like all of them, some more than others. Mama says they're "fosters", but I know they are dogs like me!
Now I have Pepper to play with. Every night Pepper and I lay in the floor and I nibble Pepper's chest. Pepper has a funny flipper with no paw. He can run fast as me though!
Pepper's girlfriend, Trina is there too. She gets to sit in the big chair with Mama. (I still sit there more than anybody!)
Then there is Taffy. She thinks she is boss, but she's not. Taffy learned to play - finally! I don't know why she wouldn't play before, but now she plays with me and the others. We love to play chase in the house, but Mama doesn't like that game too much.
Lil'Man thinks he is Boss too, and sometimes Mama calls him Boss. Mostly she calls him Rat. And he is a rat - a rat fink! He will tell on us so fast. Like when Tank got the fuzzy shoe - Rat ran and told! hhhmmmm
And Tank - he wants to be like me! He kinda looks like me, but not a handsome man-dog like I am! He was a cute baby, but now his head is too big, his legs are too long and he is so clumsy!
I am still mama's baby dog, no matter who shows up! She loves me best, this I know!
December 11th 2008 8:28 am
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I'm the main dog here and Mama loves me best. I'm her baby dog, no matter how big I get. I'm the smartest dog here. I know just what my mama wants, too, and try to keep her happy.
I wish Mama would take me on more walks. I am a good boy, and I have manners. We used to go to a big place with other doggies and we would do stuff, like sit and stay, or walk nicely on the leash. It was hard to lay down and stay, I wanted to go to Mama. She would just stand across the room, why couldn't I go to Mama? But I couldn't, until she called me. That was hard to learn. But I learned it good.
Now we just go to the store together to get big bags that smell like food. There are people there that I am always glad to see. Some people are so glad to see me too. Sometimes little people want to see me. That is kind of scary. I would never hurt a little people, but I don't know if they might hurt ME! I just sit real still when a little person pets me. Sometimes they will kiss me too. That is nice.
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