Wiley's Origins

       My parents got Wiley in 2001, at the Illinois Alaskan Malamute Rescue Association. My parents got him because they thought Nikita was getting lonely. Once my parents got him they discovered a few things. First of all, he was a non-alpha. He hated storms and was terrified of plastic-bags.  In the first month, we had to find out what Wiley was allergic to. We had to feed him duck and potatoes for the whole month. It put a shine on his coat. We thought he liked it.
        I played a lot with Wiley. We'd play catch (more like keep-away). My parents told me I had to give the ball to Wiley sometimes. I chased him with my toy truck. I would sit on him and dress up like a super hero and Wiley would be my side kick ( NOTE: I was only 3 or 4 years old).

Even Nikita played. She would chase Wiley in the yard. 
      










     One bad thing about Wiley, he didn't care for cats. We had a stray kitten named The First Peter Parker and one day he got in the backyard while Wiley was outside. Wiley picked Peter Parker up in his mouth and Nikita was barking giving a warning to my mom. My mom went outside and yelled "no" at the dogs. They both stopped and looked at her. Wiley dropped Peter Parker and no one moved. My mom picked up Peter Parker and took him in the house. I'm thankful Wiley didn't eat Peter Parker.
      Then tragedy struck, Wiley got cancer. We had to feed him pills and he liked ice cream so we hid the pills in ice cream. He died at the age of 9. I was 5 at the time. I will always remember him for his good companionship. But a jolly bundle of fur called Hoover was on his way.