I just came across this post in my draft status. I had forgotten I wrote it because it was right around the time when I spilled the water on my computer and it died. So, pretend it's still early September and you are reading this! :)
A day for sweet, little Wilma! Here's the story on how Wilma became a Mathis! (sorry for the long post).
In the spring of 2009 Jon and I decided we wanted to foster dogs. We thought it would be a great way to see what it was like to have a dog and to help out the shelter. We went through
PAWS which is Chicago's largest no kill shelter (Oprah is a huge supporter and has adopted dogs from PAWS).
We picked Wilma up on a Saturday in mid-April and we were to foster her until the last week in May (she had just had puppies). I dropped Jon and Wilma off at the Wicker Park dog park and little did I know, but the rest would be history. Wilma warmed up to us right away. All she wanted to do was cuddle and sleep on Jon and me. Now, I grew up with dogs but they were always outside dogs. We had chocolate labs (hunting dogs for my dad) and a beagle. So, a 20lb dog wanting to cuddle on my lap was a bit new for me. And, having a dog inside was (and continues to be) a learning experience.
We loved fostering her. We brought her to my parent's cabin for Memorial Day weekend and discovered she HATES the car. She freaked out. Whined and just went crazy. We have since tried everything: letting her be free in the car, trying to keep her on our lap, putting the window down, giving her over the counter meds and prescription meds from the vet, and keeping her in her crate. We've learned that the crate yields the best results for everyone in the car (the whining is still present, but minimized).
Well, it was time to give her back. She was to go to the Angel's with Tails adoption event on a Sunday. We took her back to the shelter on Saturday morning. Jon and I were silent on the drive. Neither of us thought it would be that hard to give her back. We left and felt so guilty and missed her right away. My best friend, Laura, and her husband were in town for the weekend and we were going to the Cubs game with them and Kate and Geoff, my sister and brother-in-law. I'm pretty sure the only thing we talked about during the game was Wilma. Of course I was obsessing with giving her back. So, finally Jon and I decided that if for some reason Wilma didn't get adopted at the event and she was still available on Monday then we would adopt her (It isn't that we didn't want her originally, it's just that we thought we were going to foster for a while before adopting, but we didn't realize we would fall in love).
We were anxious the rest of the weekend. It was all we could do to wait until Monday morning. But, we made it! And, we found out Wilma wasn't adopted. At the time she was 5 years old and PAWS told us most families want puppies and pass on the adult dogs. Lucky for us!! We went right in Monday night after work, signed the papers, and adopted Wilma!
Having Wilma is wonderful. It's great to have a happy ball of joy greet you when you get home! Even though she is little she has a big bark and is our guard dog. Yes, she did eat one pair of my favorite khakis the week after we adopted her and I threatened to give her back, but pants are replaceable (I still haven't found a pair as comfortable and flattering yet) and Wilma is not!
A few of the names we have for her...Wilma, Wilmski, Wilmski-poo, Poo-poo, Keeks, Wilms
Here are a few pictures of Ms. Wilma over the past year. You'll see that she loves to sleep under blankets (yes, she covers herself up and came this way when we fostered her...she didn't learn it from us) and relaxes in all different ways. To put it simply, she is the laziest dog we have ever met.
She has a vest for the cold Chicago winters.
Sleeping on Jon's legs Christmas morning.
Brrrr...it's cold in here!
Seriously? Another picture?
The old sheet that she sleeps with at night. See her little nose poking out?
Perhaps yoga?
Check out her new collar!!