A couple of weeks after I found Goliath and Bubba, I was driving on Lowry HIll Road. It’s a steep, windy road, very dark at night with tall grass on both sides. People speed up and down this road because it is one of the rare well-paved roads with no speed bumps or humps.

So, I’m driving along and spot this little dog running into the tall grass on one side. He looks like a little coyote. So I stopped. I had a can of cat food with me (in those days I’d carry cans in the car in case I found a dog or cat and wanted to lure it into the car and rescue it) and put out a bowl of food and one of water. I called him and he came over to check it out. Meanwhile traffic is screaming by the dangerous curves just inches from us. The little guy came within a couple of feet of me and when I tried to touch him, he ran away. He did come back, though, and when I was leaving I saw him start eating the food I left.

Wiley

I was hopeful that I’d be able to catch him since I’d gotten so close this time. I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep him because we had just gotten the other two. But he was cute and looked pretty healthy and therefore adoptable. So I went back, twice each day to feed and water this little guy. He continued to come within a foot or two and then would dash off into the tall grass.

After about a week, I wasn’t really getting anywhere, so I borrowed a dog trap from a fellow animal rescuer, and one Sunday morning, finally caught him. I called my friend and she arranged to have him bathed and neutered and put into the adoption program. Overnight, however, he became the only dog who’d play with Bubba. So, after he was neutered, we decided to keep him so Bubba would have someone to play with.

Wiley is still very cute. He has certain allergies and occasionally needs medication for his skin, and he’s almost as annoying as Bubba, too. When we go into the back yard without him, he cries and whines until we go get him. When he’s in the back yard with us and the other dogs, if one of the others comes to get attention from us, Wiley will bark at him/her and try to bite the other dog’s feet and legs. Just taunting incessantly. A real pain in the butt. But, like Bubba, we made a commitment to him and will take care of him until he breathes his last breath.

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