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's a character. He's "different". . . .
I can't describe how much happiness and vibrance he has in him.
I could write most of this about my Willy. And gosh, don't we LOVE them!!!!
Happy Birthday, Mikey, and Happy Gotcha Day! WOO HOO you rascal, keep it up, GOOD BOY~!
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