My Wylie loved kick ball! Such a good dog!
She got my wife to bring her home.

Wife's work wouldn't let them smoke on property. She took her smokebreak across the street.......at the border of the Jewish Cemetery. On her last smoke break before getting off, this dog came over to my wife, laid down at her feet and exposed her belly with a wagging tail.

What would you do?
And that was the down and dirty tail that I heard, after the first thing she says to me upon exiting her vehicle as I greet her, " Don't be mad."


The dog was laying in the extra cab section of her pickup. When I pulled the seat back, she looked at me and cocked her head and then initially reacted when I said, "Come out." She jumped out of the truck, laid at my feet and exposed her belly again.
I've bend down and rub her belly........... She immediately starts peeing!





" Damn it! I think she likes you more! I couldn't get a pee out of her when I rubbed her belly!"..........as I stumble to hand her the
other beer I had in one hand! I'm not having alcohol abuse in my back yard! I still
maintain from the guttural laugh, indused my quite a good like by someone that seldom joked. NO BEER WAS SPILLED!






I had brought the beer out opened to greet her, but withheld when did she come out with the
Don't be mad! Nanner nanner nanner!
But from that moment, I was her Master, without a doubt at all! Just a damn good dog! She was roughly the size of a coyote and pretty much looked like one.......... hence the name.
She had a thick thick coat! She always loved late spring when I would give her her "lion haircut" . I'd give her a mane and then a puffy on the end of her tail. She liked having that haircut for a few days and then come to me to finish it off. I give her a close buzz.