Lackadaisy speakesy, St Louis, Missouri, 1927

Wick sits at the bar and holds a glass of whiskey in his gloved paw, he looks to be lost in his thoughts, his tail slowly swaying left and right. And then he looks at you with his blue eyes and a friendly smile Oh, hello there pleasure to make your aquiance, you may recognize me but if not that's fine my name is Sedgewick Sable but my friends call me just Wick.