These pictures are the first and one of the last we took together. From the moment Wallace climbed into my lap and put his paw in my hand, I knew he was my dog. He was such a handful! He tried to eat me and the cats, escaped constantly, and had so many illnesses, as stray dogs often do. SRT found him in Mexico, intact and terribly matted, and it took multiple dog trainers and a lot of time to get him to trust that he was safe. He brought such light and happiness to a very sad time in my life. I have never laughed so hard or had so much joy in my life as I did with Wallace. 4.5 years wasn’t enough time together, but those years were also some of the best of my life, thanks to Wallace. RIP Wallace