I adopted Wiley the day I graduated college (Go Cougs!).. I fell in love with his sweet face and couldn't wait another minute to get my own dog. Wiley was 7 months old, had a scar from a collar being embedded into his neck, he had skin allergies, food & dog aggression issues, separation anxiety, and the list goes on. He was the most complicated, expensive dog I've ever owned, but he was also the best dog ever. He seemed to understand everything I asked of him, he loved to be a couch potato, and loved the people in his life so loyally. He was incredibly mellow, even at a young age. I always thought he had an old soul. Wiley lived in 7 different places with me, and we experienced so much together. Wiley had battled with seizures for the last 6 months of his life, and it brings me a little peace knowing he is no longer suffering. He will be greatly missed by our family, and will always hold such a special place in my heart.