Citizen Wilson

We had a party and Mr. Wilson went wild. Minutes after arriving at our destination; Brittany and Eric's house the guest of honor, one Mr. Wilson, Birthday Boy disappeared into the upstairs. It wasn't until much later that we discovered an empty bag, a hoard of missing cat food, a disgruntled cat and pee on the rug. But the wily two-year old wasn't done, nosiree Bob. He ran into the backyard, climbed onto the pool cover, rolled in the slimy water that accumulated there, ate some worms, chased a pair of chipmunks up a tree, shit in the begonias, dug a hole next to the fire pit then covered himself in mulch before demanding we let him back in.

"I don't know, Dad," he confessed much later after vomiting on the bed and collapsing in a heap, "I think I need purpose."

Purpose we shall have. On Saturday, May 17th we are taking the Canine Good Citizen test, along with The Therapy Dog International exam.http://www.tdi-dog.org/Default.aspx . No more Wild Man Wilson. With a whole new outlook on life and meaning, he has become the perfect gentleman. Training has begun in earnest. If all goes well we will be visiting people in nursing homes and maybe even some kids in the hospital. Being an old firefighter, I have a few places in mind in need of a little cheer, and the perfect little pooch to bring it.

That is, if he survives the "terrible two's."

Say a prayer for us, we're going to need it!