Wrinkles was hit by a car

She was our family dog for the last 13 years. My mom promised my little brother Tim that he could get a dog if he was a good sport about traveling around india when he was 9 years old.

A friend found her abandoned along the side of 101 on Thanksgiving day 1992. At the time her face was MUCH more wrinkly… hence the name, she grew in to her skin, but the name stuck.

When she was a puppy she was uncontrollable, always bolting for the door to run around the neighborhood and play catch me if you can.

One time she ran across the street and head-butted a car driving down the street. She was fine, the car was dented.

Last summer when gaba and i spent it up at the cabin she was our constant companion. Following us around, barking at the bears, chasing the rabbits and deer away. She’d be come much more mellow in her old age. One thing she never wanted was to be left alone. She’d always insist on riding along, and chase the car if we drove away without her. This past year her age was clearly affecting her. She had a hard time jumping in to the car, she didn’t run around as much, she spent even more time lying in the sun.

Earlier tonight she ran out the open door one last time. It was dark out and somebody driving along 11th street a block from the house didn’t see her. She was hit, broke her leg in multiple places and had internal injuries. My mom took her to the vet. If she’d been a younger dog we could have rushed her in to surgery and maybe saved her live, but at her age she wouldn’t be able to recover.

Wrinkles, we’ll miss you.