Wilma was not supposed to be my dog. She wasn't really. My friends Dawn and John Poyner found her at a yard sale. Truly. She was running around some random neighborhood after a week of brutal thunderstorms. She was wet, scared, muddy and lost. They knew, because of a coworker, that I had a schnauzer and thought maybe I would want another. In fact, when I got the call and was asked, "Would you want another schnauzer?" my exact reply was, "If you had asked me at 8 o'clock this morning, I would have said 'No,' but it's four in the afternoon, so why not?" So, I went to Pet Food Center, where they were giving her a bath, to pick up my new dog. I walked in and she wanted absolutely nothing to do with me. But I took her home anyway. She didn't know it, but she needed me.