06/08/2026
This one hurts deep down in my bones. 😔
Wriggley felt like my soul dog 🩵 - but he had that effect on everybody. I was lucky to be in his life for 8 years. He was only 4-1/2 when I started walking him and Rudi. Rudi was just a young pup, driving Wriggs nuts. 🐶
He loved snow ❄️ - even long after the excitement wore off for us humans 😑 . He’d lay down and stick his face in the snow over and over and I would pretty much have to bribe him to get back in the Jeep.
He loved to yell at me when I didn’t give him his treats quick enough. 👹
Wriggley had the most perfect dog trot. It was so rhythmic - (I know, a weird observation) - his back paws would land exactly where his front paws had just lifted and he would just casually trot along, enjoying life with not a worry in the world. 🌲
Most of all, he was my copilot through many seasons of my life- sitting shotgun next to me. 🌛✨
I will miss you dearly, best boy.
I hope there is endless pup cups where you are. 🤍
