Some of you, that have visited our studio might have met Wiley. He was a good dog. A great dog in my eyes. He left us last week. He had a great and long life. Australian Shepards live to about eleven years. Wiley was having so much fun living his life that he forgot about that and almost made it fifteen years. All but the last few weeks were full of good times.
He never was a problem. Never chewed things. Well, there was the straps to our spa that disappeared. He never dug holes. Well, there was the gopher infestation two years ago that he took quite personal. I think he thought they were coming from China. But all in all it was great to have him as a dog.
He got to go backpacking in the Sierras, hiking in the desert and visit all the neighbors trees. He chased cayotes out of our yard and he loved herding our neighbors wiener dogs when they would dig under the fence. He would corner them near the pool and they had a heck of a time getting back home.
Lots and lots of good memories. He will and already is missed. He had his own dog Dharma, who is suffering from his lost.
Wiley was named after my grandfather, Wiley McDonald. They had a lot in common.