Alysser
09-25-2011, 09:49 PM
So, I should be studying and putting laundry away but I feel this is a little more important. This week marks Mikey's 2nd Gotcha Day (27th) with us and his 4th Birthday (29th). Kind of a big deal, since this dog changed my life. I'm really just gonna try and keep it short and sweet, however I might get corny. You have been warned.:p
Anyway, when Sassy died I was dogless for 15 or so months. That was awful, that will NEVER happen again as long as I can help it. Mikey is a handful. He's hyper, active, a velcro dog, and quite the attention seeker. He's a pain in the a$$, he steals pillows, socks, bras, SHOES, & garbage. He takes up the entire bed. He barks at everything that moves. He sheds, rolls in dirt, he pulls my arm out of the socket on walks, he chases cars and animals, he humps, he's scared of fireworks and thunder to the point where he needs prescription xanax. He sounds like a real "Marley & Me" dog, eh? Well, yeah he does all this, still at this age. We've tried to train him, but he's a pretty stubborn dog. We've just learned to live with it.
He's a character. He's "different". He's dopey but he's the sweetest sweetest thing in the world. He'd never bite out of aggression, you can take food right out of his mouth, and every animal he sees he just wants to PLAY with it. I've seen him playing with bunnies (or attempting to) in the yard. He is always doing the playbow stance, he's always wagging his whole butt when you come home. I can't describe how much happiness and vibrance he has in him.
I am head over heels, over the moon for this dog. Maybe that sounds awkward, but I don't care. I never understood the term "who saved who?" when they referred it to dogs, until I got Mikey. When Sassy died, I was in a bad place in my life, with grief and stress and just everything all rolled into one. I wasn't happy. I didn't show it well, but I wasn't myself. To put it bluntly, it was a low point in my life. I may have saved him from going to a shelter, but he's done the same for me. He took me out of that low point and I cannot thank him enough for that. I owe everything to him. I have finally found a dog I can truthfully call my heart and soul dog. His flaws make him who he is and I've accepted them, he's accepted mine as well. There's a happiness he carries that radiates everywhere. He's a clown, he always makes us laugh. I've never loved an animal so much in my life.
So, Mikey, as corny as that was...I want to thank you for everything. I love you, maybe I don't show it all the time and maybe I do get mad at you ALOT, but I LOVE you!:love:
Happy 4th Birthday and 2nd Gotcha Day Buddy!
Some recent shots:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/320804_10150373440066756_584036755_10031230_207542 6089_n.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/304490_10150370348926756_584036755_10009254_202925 6292_n.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/309196_10150389042601756_584036755_10128300_122526 0857_n.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/294077_10150386067521756_584036755_10113027_117823 5980_n.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/tumblr_lrjbtrvUHL1qctp6r.jpg
Anyway, when Sassy died I was dogless for 15 or so months. That was awful, that will NEVER happen again as long as I can help it. Mikey is a handful. He's hyper, active, a velcro dog, and quite the attention seeker. He's a pain in the a$$, he steals pillows, socks, bras, SHOES, & garbage. He takes up the entire bed. He barks at everything that moves. He sheds, rolls in dirt, he pulls my arm out of the socket on walks, he chases cars and animals, he humps, he's scared of fireworks and thunder to the point where he needs prescription xanax. He sounds like a real "Marley & Me" dog, eh? Well, yeah he does all this, still at this age. We've tried to train him, but he's a pretty stubborn dog. We've just learned to live with it.
He's a character. He's "different". He's dopey but he's the sweetest sweetest thing in the world. He'd never bite out of aggression, you can take food right out of his mouth, and every animal he sees he just wants to PLAY with it. I've seen him playing with bunnies (or attempting to) in the yard. He is always doing the playbow stance, he's always wagging his whole butt when you come home. I can't describe how much happiness and vibrance he has in him.
I am head over heels, over the moon for this dog. Maybe that sounds awkward, but I don't care. I never understood the term "who saved who?" when they referred it to dogs, until I got Mikey. When Sassy died, I was in a bad place in my life, with grief and stress and just everything all rolled into one. I wasn't happy. I didn't show it well, but I wasn't myself. To put it bluntly, it was a low point in my life. I may have saved him from going to a shelter, but he's done the same for me. He took me out of that low point and I cannot thank him enough for that. I owe everything to him. I have finally found a dog I can truthfully call my heart and soul dog. His flaws make him who he is and I've accepted them, he's accepted mine as well. There's a happiness he carries that radiates everywhere. He's a clown, he always makes us laugh. I've never loved an animal so much in my life.
So, Mikey, as corny as that was...I want to thank you for everything. I love you, maybe I don't show it all the time and maybe I do get mad at you ALOT, but I LOVE you!:love:
Happy 4th Birthday and 2nd Gotcha Day Buddy!
Some recent shots:
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/320804_10150373440066756_584036755_10031230_207542 6089_n.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/304490_10150370348926756_584036755_10009254_202925 6292_n.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/309196_10150389042601756_584036755_10128300_122526 0857_n.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/294077_10150386067521756_584036755_10113027_117823 5980_n.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v708/bobbernut/tumblr_lrjbtrvUHL1qctp6r.jpg