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Mickey


  Mickey

Mickey was a German Short-Hair Pointer and the most difficult puppy that I have ever had. He took forever to train in the puppy stages and as a hunter. Often my husband would come home from pheasant hunting with Mick and be so tired because the dog had taken off after birds and was acres away. Mick was so dedicated to hunting that he forgot manners and anything else including a barbed-wire fence as he chased down a bird. That was just one of many of his injuries. He was also predatory and was in charge of the three acres that we used to live on; it was his highlight to hunt and take things and hide them in the woods. Plants that I had bought, he would pick up and hide in the woods only found by chance later on when I found him moving them to a new location. UPS packages were a love of his as well and we would never know what we would find in the woods come spring or summer. But while he loved the outdoors he loved being inside too. Inside as in your bed, under the covers. He loved to be under things. He would chew through the liner of his dog bed and then crawl through the hole to lie down on the base of the bed. He was so good with our children too, three kids and they would crawl all over him and he just took it even though you could see it in his eyes that he really just wanted to sleep. Never a growl from him either even when he had the worst of his injuries. Mick loved to eat things, anything. I think the most memorable and serious was the golf ball that he chewed through and then when he chewed until the rubber band core, he ate it. Well the rubber bands started to unwind in his intestines and it was a great surgical mess but he still made it through. He also had knee replacement surgery two years ago and on top of it, riddled watch arthritis but he never slowed down. Winters were a little slow for him but come spring he would bounce back and love to lie in the warm sun in the driveway. After eleven and half years with Mick, I knew what he was thinking as he had these eyes that I could understand and he was my difficult dog that I cherished. Ultimately, it was his chewing of random objects that led to his death and his lack of control of something new to chew on. I don’t blame him, old and set in his ways, he lived a good life. While my children have coped and moved on, it is harder for me and it helps for me to honor him at WSU as well. I do feel that all the steps I take in memory of Mickey will help me to move on but never forget my wonderful but stubborn dog. I enclosed a picture to put with the face that also includes my youngest child, Mick is his buddy and he continues to tell me that everyday.

The Faris Family

 

 

 



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