In November 2009, Wicket followed Mr. Sandwich home from the corner store.
Five years ago today, I picked her up from the shelter.
Based on everyone’s best guess, she’s 16 or 17 now. She sleeps more and she can’t jump onto the couch from the floor anymore, but she still loves her walks and her food and her tummy rubs.
I have too many Wicket stories for one post. But this dog, who is not at all the dog we imagined or expected, is one of the best things to ever happen to us. She brings us so much love and kindness, and we are really grateful that she found Mr. Sandwich on that corner.
So here’s to Wicket. And here she is today, in all her Wicket-y glory.
