In college, I stumbled into a Petsmart on adoption day and left with the white dog on the right, and named him Wrigley ❤️🐕🐻💙. Yes, I lived on campus, and no it wasn’t allowed, but when you need a dog, you need a dog, y’all.
A couple of years later, after a morning of hosting visitors in Chicago, Matt & I walked by the Anti-Cruelty Society and left with Wilco, on the left 🐃. *Guys, the windows there are SO BIG, you legitimately can’t walk by WITHOUT getting a pup. It’s impossible.*
I just love dogs, guys. They’re simply the best. They do a whole lotta good for our family, even if Wrigley tears the couch up when he sees a cat outside, and sheds 10lbs of white fur whenever he sneezes. 😩🤷🏻♀️
Favorite family dog stories, anyone?! 🐶🐾