I am Wylie Hudson, and I call myself a terrier mix. I took it from the description of my profile at the local animal shelter where I’d spent a few weeks after my former owner experienced serious health problems and couldn’t take care of me any longer. My profile also mentioned that I had a wire-haired coat, but somehow, my hair started to grow from the time Mom and Dad adopted me, and so did my body. Tipping the scales at an imposing 40 pounds, I had to succumb to what I consider a starvation diet, and now,  I’m again closer to my ideal weight of 32 pounds.  
In comparison to my doggy brother, Hobo, who was a busy dog, having been an entrepreneur, farmer, author and adventurer, I’m more the type who takes things slow and easy. Some might label me a couch potato, but that’s not true because I love to take walks and play with toys. My favorite hobby, however, is eating, a pastime I shared with Hobo. If we ever had a disagreement, it was about stealing each other’s food.  

These are my three kitty siblings and my doggy sister:

Thomas comes from a cat colony. He had ended up there by mistake, and it was a stroke of luck. The colony caretaker noticed that he was tame and very friendly, and instead of releasing him to the colony after his neuter surgery, she took him home with her and sent out emails, trying to find someone who would adopt him. Two days later, he moved in with Mom and Dad. 

Tiger roamed Mom and Dad’s backyard as a young stray, disappearing for several days and then returning, on and off. While Dad was feeding and petting him every time he showed up, Mom used to be indifferent toward him, always telling him to go home. He listened, and one day, he did exactly what she told him: he moved in with Mom and Dad. The funny part is that he has become a mama’s boy.

Sabrina was a stray also. She approached Hobo and me on one of our evening walks with our parents, telling us someone was feeding her outside but couldn’t take care of her. So, Hobo and I pleaded with our parents on her behalf, and they agreed to take her off the streets. While she hit it off with Hobo and me instantly, she bullied Thomas and Tiger, who were more than double her size, for the first couple of weeks. Thomas finally had a cat-to-cat talk with her, and she changed her attitude. Today, she is a beautiful, lovable and fun kitty and gets along splendidly with everybody.  

Zoe comes from the county jail where she served time twice for roaming the streets. Now, she’s enjoying the life of a happy and sweet daughter to our parents and a fun and loving, though sometimes rambunctious, sister to me and my kitty siblings. According to her adoption papers, she’s a Chihuahua mix, and with her whopping 28 pounds, she’s a rather overgrown one. She loves to play ball, and so far, Dad is the only playmate she has found. No matter how hard she tries to engage me and the kitties in a game, we always beg off because of her tomboyish antics.


About Hobo

This was Hobo Hudson, my doggy brother, a little terrier mix with black fur. He became famous after his first attempt at writing stories, which was an article published in the newsletter of our local animal shelter, the same shelter in which I ended up years later before Hobo and his parents adopted me. Hobo’s fame quickly spread as he made a name for himself as a business dog and an adventurer. To keep his memory alive, my doggy sister, my three kitty siblings and I, Wylie Hudson, are continuing his blog. Our mom is the blog’s editor.

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