It all began eight years ago when we lived in Fort Walton Beach, Florida. I awoke to a beautiful day, happy because I would be adopting a dog for "safety." I read an ad in the News Herald that read "free puppies for a good home" in San Destin. I called the phone number listed in the ad, and asked, "When can I come see the puppies?" He said, "now is a good time."
I asked for directions, and proceeded to jump in my car and merge onto highway 98 by the ocean. I began to see sea gulls drifting on the warm currents while calling to their mates. Although it was still early in the morning I could see people playing on the snow white sand and splashing about in the warm Gulf water.
After driving forty-five minutes I arrived at my destination and knocked on the door. A gentleman answered and I asked to see the puppies. He opened a bedroom door and out ran four solid black puppies and a single blond one. I was surprised when the owner said "you know, they are pit bulls", but I was already in love with the little blond one.
I arrived home not having a clue as to what to name him. To my surprise that night the cute little angel chewed on my socks and my favorite shoes, and then proceeded to chew on my new shirt. He would also pick a toy out of his box that was filled with soft squeaky animals, and try to pull the stuffing out of it.. He would also explore any cabinet door that had been left open just like my son would do when he was between two and three years old. So I decided to name the puppy after my son, Mike. I smiled and said "you have earned your name -- you will be called Mikey."
The next morning I loaded him into the car and drove him to the vet. I asked him if he could tell me two things; first, the dogs real age? "Six weeks" was the answer. The second was, "Is he a pit bull?" "No, he is a golden retriever/chow mix."
Mikey loves to play with a ball and a toy squirrel. While he is playing, and he wants my attention he will make a deep "woof" sound, as if to say, "come play with me." Now that he weighs seventy two pounds, he wants to be a lap dog especially when I am watching TV. He is my faithful companion and a great source of entertainment. He is a great guard dog and will bark with a loud growl if someone comes to the door. Mikey is the best four-legged buddy I could ever have asked for.
Teresa Robey
I asked for directions, and proceeded to jump in my car and merge onto highway 98 by the ocean. I began to see sea gulls drifting on the warm currents while calling to their mates. Although it was still early in the morning I could see people playing on the snow white sand and splashing about in the warm Gulf water.
After driving forty-five minutes I arrived at my destination and knocked on the door. A gentleman answered and I asked to see the puppies. He opened a bedroom door and out ran four solid black puppies and a single blond one. I was surprised when the owner said "you know, they are pit bulls", but I was already in love with the little blond one.
I arrived home not having a clue as to what to name him. To my surprise that night the cute little angel chewed on my socks and my favorite shoes, and then proceeded to chew on my new shirt. He would also pick a toy out of his box that was filled with soft squeaky animals, and try to pull the stuffing out of it.. He would also explore any cabinet door that had been left open just like my son would do when he was between two and three years old. So I decided to name the puppy after my son, Mike. I smiled and said "you have earned your name -- you will be called Mikey."
The next morning I loaded him into the car and drove him to the vet. I asked him if he could tell me two things; first, the dogs real age? "Six weeks" was the answer. The second was, "Is he a pit bull?" "No, he is a golden retriever/chow mix."
Mikey loves to play with a ball and a toy squirrel. While he is playing, and he wants my attention he will make a deep "woof" sound, as if to say, "come play with me." Now that he weighs seventy two pounds, he wants to be a lap dog especially when I am watching TV. He is my faithful companion and a great source of entertainment. He is a great guard dog and will bark with a loud growl if someone comes to the door. Mikey is the best four-legged buddy I could ever have asked for.
Teresa Robey
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