Wilson.  Wilson, Wilson, Wilson . . . .

There's never been a dog with a sweeter nature or larger appetite.  His ability to consume mass quantities of food is only out measured by his ability to get himself into trouble. Wilson is my wild child. He's like your redneck cousin at the family reunion - gosh you love him, but sometimes you just have to shake your head and wonder . . . .

I'll be telling Wilson stories here in the future, but for now here he is in his St. Patrick's Day attire. (proof positive that he will do anything for a biscuit.)