Three and a half years ago, William Wingo went to the Animal Rescue League to find a friend. He walked down rows of sad, whiny, barking dogs until he saw her: a honey-colored pit bull with matching eyes. “She stood straight up, with her paws on the gate and cried,” William says. “My heart broke. Her name was ‘Bunny.’ It took about 10 seconds to correct that to ‘Honey.’”
The two took immediately to friendly walks and playful romps in Frick Park. William especially remembers the first time he let Honey off of her leash: She splashed around in the creek and bounded around with the other dogs. “As we approached the parking lot, she took off running,” William says. “Simultaneously a car was pulling up, and I watched, mortified, as my 75-pound, soaking wet pit bull jumped into the side of the car! She crawled across a terrified passenger
and positioned herself between the two front seats, upon the consol, and grinned ear to ear, with her long, slobbering tongue hanging out. I apologized profusely, but, by then, the angry
drivers had rolled up tinted windows. It’s hilarious to me now, but I was so embarrassed then.”
Honey is still excited about making new friends. One of her favorite spots is Animal Nature, in Regent Square, where everyone knows her name. “They always have the coolest, newest, healthiest dog snacks and accessories,” William says. And a treat for William? Honey is the sweetest of them all.
