Wally

Wally is the love/mutt of my life. He's about 5 years old but after 3 years with him, I'm sure he has made it impossible for me to ever find another dog that could compare.

During my junior year of high school, I snatched him up from a busy road in my neighborhood where he was scavenging around collarless. A fluffy white mutt like him did not belong in the woodsy area he was temporarily inhabiting. After luring him to my car with the lunch I had packed for that day, I brought him home and, of course, my family quickly fell in love with his spunky, stubborn self. We had him scanned for a chip and found that his owners, an elderly couple living over 4 hours north of us, had noticed his absence 2 months before I picked him up. They were not in the best place health-wise so, knowing we would be great owners, they let us adopt him.

He likes to hang out with me while I'm sick during spring break with only sketching to do!

Since then, Wally, otherwise known as Wallace, Walter (my dad calls him that to annoy me because I decided his name was short for Wallace), Walrus, or Wallstar, has been the light of my family's life.  For a couple years he cohabited with our greyhounds, McGovern and Sweetie (pictured below) before they passed away.  My family has a long history with fostering and adopting greyhounds; we will go into that later.

Wally is the cheapest security guard we could find. While he wouldn't fend well as a body guard, his attentiveness to intruders (a.k.a. my friends, other dogs, some squirrels, the UPS man, etc.) is admirable.  Always on the lookout, he is sure to be the first to bark when we have a guest.

Wally doesn't really mind when I dress him up in sweaters to take holiday photos, or when I try to cradle him like a baby, though I know he's not a fan of either. He's just a happy lhasa apso westie mutt kind of thing livin' the life, bein' a dog.