As I was looking at my dog today, I relized just how old he is getting. Wiley is a german shepherd mix that we got from the kennel ten years ago, when he was nine months old. He had been found wandering the steets of Chicago, thought to be abused by a bearded man- he was terrified of all men with facial hair. He was fourty pounds underweight, smelled terribly, had kennel cough and fleas. We looked for months for a dog, and on our last visit to the kennel, we found him: a smelly, skinny, sick, lethargic dog. We bought him for fifty dollars, and brought him home, only to have the neighbors laugh at him. They had just bought an Ariedale from a breeder for five HUNDRED dollars. Ignoring them, we gave Wiley a bath, then another, and then yet another... until he smelled somewhat okay. Over the next few years, Wiley filled out, and his coat grew shiny. He was a well-mannered and smart dog. The neighbor's dog, who was $450 more than Wiley, was eccentric, annoying, bratty, and disobedient. Wiley and Maddie (the Ariedale) went to the same exact obedience class, Wiley graduated the top of his class. Maddie flunked. We then later moved out into the country (sorta). We had, and still have, two acres of open land- not fenced. Wiley hasn't stepped out of his yard since the day we brought him here. Over the years, he's grown to be my best friend. I've taught him everything from sit to jump, spin to play dead, crawl to touch. The only thing I haven't been able to teach him is "fetch the newspaper"... because he won't pick up anything that's not his. So, as I watched him today, he still is the same dog that he was when we got him. I was four. But his eyes are getting cloudy, his muzzle is nearly all gray. His ears are tipped with silver, and the brown on his legs is getting lighter. But he still chases his tennis ball all day, walks off-leash past other dogs, and he will stay in the same spot for hours if I ask him to. He's nearly eleven, but he still is my best friend... like no other dog could ever be. This is a dedication to him, the most patient, willing, and trusting dog in the world. Despite his bad first year, he has trusted again. So, this is also a hint to everyone: adopt from the kennel. Any of those dogs could become the best thing ever: Wiley was an agility and obedience champion before he injured his knee. Breeders do not always guarentee you will have a smart, obedient, or even intelligent dog.
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