Dog of My Dreams

In honor of Valentines Day, here is a little comic about how Jason and I came to adopt our dog, Wilma. She was wearing a cone because she’d just had surgery on one of her hips. Between the cone, the stitches, and the limp, she was not exactly feeling her best, but she was still the friendliest, snuggliest dog around. I was smitten. We brought her into our home a few weeks later, and haven’t stopped snuggling her since. The organization we adopted her through is Secondhand Hounds. I recommend them strongly; they’re really great.